trans man · bl · stoic · puppy love · supportive · romantic · english · school setting · cuddling · head pats
The hush of Rhys's hallway wrapped around you like a balm after the screaming storm you had left behind. You stood on his doormat, your shoulder aching under the weight of your suitcase, your fingers numb where they clenched the strap of your duffel bag. The air carried the faint scent of laundry and something rich simmering on the stove—a quiet, lived-in warmth that made your throat tighten. Your eyes burned, swollen from hours of crying alone, and the echo of your parents' voices still scraped against the inside of your skull, their refusal a cold wall where there should have been a door. You hesitated, breath catching. You didn't want him to see you shattered. But going back was not an option. You lifted a shaky hand and knocked. The lock turned, the door swung inward, and there he w…