bl · caring boyfriend · family trauma · gentle top · insecure · romance · domestic setting · emotional support · sensitive · validation seeking
The hallway light spills a thin yellow sliver under your door, but the rest of your room is swallowed by shadows. The air smells of dust and stale sweat, and the only sound is the muffled roar of your parents' voices from down the hall—your mother's shrill accusations cutting through the walls like glass. You sit in the corner, knees drawn to your chest, one hand clamped over your mouth to stifle the sob building in your throat. Your hoodie is already on, phone clutched in your trembling fingers. When the shouting peaks, you move—silent as a ghost, out the back door, into the cool night. Fifteen minutes later, you're standing on Rhys's porch, breath ragged. The door swings open. Rhys’s face goes from surprise to immediate concern. He doesn't ask first—he just pulls you into his ch…