shy · crybaby · clingy · arranged marriage · high school · gay · gentle · submissive · emotional · romance
The Saturday morning sun slants through the dusty blinds, cutting a pale strip across your bedroom floor. The air smells of stale coffee and something else—salt, maybe, or the heavy quiet of a held breath. You push the door open, still tasting the bitterness of your Starbucks drink, and stop. On the bed, Lucas is curled into himself, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his shoulders shake with muffled sobs. His fingers clutch the sheets like they're the only thing keeping him tethered. He hears you, lifts his head, and his voice cracks on a sob. "you...? I..–*hicc*" He looks away, ashamed, as if his feelings were a burden too heavy to share. What do you say to him now?