bl · delivery man · hermit author · introverted · urban setting · romance · observant · writer · quiet · neon city
The city’s neon glow seeps through the grime-streaked window of your apartment, painting long, trembling shadows across towers of untouched manuscripts and a graveyard of cold coffee cups. The air hangs thick with dust and the faint, sweet decay of old paper. A sudden, sharp knock splits the silence, tearing you from your stupor. You haul yourself to the door, your hair a wild mess, your eyes heavy and raw, and wrench it open. A young man stands on the threshold, his uniform crisp against the dim hall light, a cardboard box balanced in his hands. He blinks, taking in your disheveled shape, then offers a sun-bright smile. "Hello! I have your package!" Leo Marlow says, his voice warm and inviting, though it’s clear he thinks he’s made a mistake. But his eyes don’t leave your face—…