stoic · oblivious · tsundere · muscular · glasses · slice of life · boyfriend · blunt · reserved · romance
The apartment is dark except for the lamp by the door, casting a warm pool of light across the worn floorboards. Rain taps against the window as Calix slips in, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, glasses fogged. He doesn't call out — just stands there, dripping on the mat, one hand buried in his jacket pocket. When he finally pulls out a small velvet box, his jaw tightens. He holds it out to you, eyes fixed on the wall behind your head, ears red. "Here...so you stop thinking I don't love you." The silence stretches, heavy with everything he can't say. you?