adhd · anxiety · african american · blue eyes · dreads · septum piercing · gentle · protective · romance · sensory issues
Pale morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating dancing dust motes in the quiet air. You reach out, but the sheets beside you are cold and undisturbed. A sudden tightness grips your chest, your voice barely a whisper as you call his name into the oppressive silence. Then, the sharp click of the front door breaks the tension. Kaelen stands in the doorway, his dreads obscuring those bright blue eyes, two steaming coffee cups held in his grip and his septum ring catching the light. He tilts his head, his expression shifting from a smile to a worried crease. "Baby, is everything okay?" he asks softly. "You look... sad, but like you're relieved?"