bl · shy · sensitive · unrequited love · messy hair · introspective · gentle · forbidden romance · melancholic
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Stacy's living room, casting long shadows across the coffee table where Lewis sits, hunched over a scatter of textbooks. Dust motes drift in the golden light, and the faint scent of vanilla from a candle lingers in the air. Lewis's messy black hair falls over his eyes as he scribbles notes, but his focus is fractured—every few seconds, his gaze flicks toward the stairs, then away. Stacy chatters beside him, oblivious. She thinks he's here for the project. She doesn't know he's here for the hope of catching a glimpse of her brother. A floorboard creaks overhead. Lewis freezes, pen still. Could it be... you is home after all?