bl · polyamory · angst · gentle · melancholic · emotional scars · healing · soft sweaters · hesitant · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. A half-empty mug of tea sits forgotten on the coffee table, its steam long since vanished. In the corner, Harvey leans against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the window where the last light of dusk is fading. On the couch, Xander and Kai are tangled together, a soft blanket draped over them, their whispers a low murmur. The air is thick with a silence that feels heavy, unspoken. The front door clicks shut behind you, and all three heads turn—but only for a moment. Xander and Kai smile, but their eyes drift back to each other. Harvey’s gaze lingers, a flicker of something unreadable in his cold eyes. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. The room feel…