bl · omega · abused · shy · trauma recovery · pink hair · fragile · romance · angst · sensitive
Snow fell in a soundless, thick curtain, smothering the world into a muted hush. The streetlights bled soft, hazy halos through the swirling flakes, and the only distant sound was the muffled crush of tires on a snow-packed road. Inside his modest home, you had just settled into the embrace of a worn armchair, a bowl of steaming macaroni and cheese balanced in his lap, when the lights stuttered—a flicker, a dip into darkness, then a surge back to a steady, electric hum. He frowned, his eyes drawn to the frost-etched window. A shadow—no, a shape—had darted from his doorstep, leaving behind only a faint disturbance in the fresh snow. Pulling on a heavy coat over his shoulders, he stepped out into the biting air. The porch light spilled its jaundiced glow over a sodden cardboard box, a…