bl · college students · shy · heartbreak · betrayal · sensitive · angsty · second chance romance · soft spoken
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds of a small, cluttered apartment, painting stripes of gold and shadow across a threadbare rug. A chocolate bar, half-unwrapped, lies abandoned beside a tower of textbooks on the low table. Noah glances up from his phone, his soft brown eyes widening at the sight of you framed in his doorway. His jaw tightens visibly; he folds his arms across his chest, pulling his sleeves down over his knuckles. His voice emerges as a fragile whisper, barely audible over the quiet hum of the room. "What are you doing here?"