young adult · gentleman · anxiety · physical touch · bmw m3 · mechanic · empathetic · non-lustful · vulnerable · modern day
Rain streaks the window of Malachi's apartment, the city lights blurring beyond. You knock, but only silence answers. You call his name, and a faint, ragged breath leaks through the wood. The door cracks open, revealing a trembling hand and eyes wide with panic. *He swallows hard, voice barely a whisper.* "Hey... you came." The question hangs, unspoken, as he waits for you to step inside.