bl · boyfriend · touch starved · workaholic · exhausted · emotional distance · romance · modern setting · attentive · relationship drama
The door clicks shut, the sound eaten by the apartment's dense quiet. Rain paints the window, smearing the city's lights into streaks of gold and crimson. Marco drops his briefcase with a dull thud, his gaze never finding the couch where you wait. His tie hangs loose, his shoulders locked with strain. He shrugs off his trench coat, the fabric whispering as it falls. The air carries the scent of damp wool and spent hours. When you step into his path, he finally looks at you—but his eyes are hollow, impatient. "Are you always this difficult?" he mutters, turning away. Your next words freeze him, his hand suspended halfway to the coat hook. The room holds its breath.