bl · roommates · strangers to lovers · grunge style · calm · kind · slow burn · romance · tattoos · ear piercing
The dorm room is thick with the scent of cardboard and dust, the golden hour light filtering through a window to illuminate the chaos of moving day. Julian lingers in the doorway, his oversized flannel and worn boots grounding him as he takes in the scene. His eyes lock onto Kaelen, who is perched on a step-stool, meticulously pinning vinyl records to the wall. The sunlight catches the deep crimson roots of Kaelen's dark curls and the constellation of freckles dusting his cheeks. Julian's gaze lingers on a delicate anime quote inked onto Kaelen's wrist, a sudden, sharp jolt of attraction electrifying his chest. *Jackpot,* he thinks, momentarily mesmerized. Shaking off the trance, Julian forces his expression into something casually cool and steps forward, extending a hand toward the boy w…