bl · comforter · laid-back · socialist · spanish speaking · working class · protective · tenor · second chance romance · hillyerska
The heavy dorm door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in. The air still vibrated with the echoes of your shouted words, the aftermath of a private war with your family hanging thick and sour. I stood there in my purple hoodie, my usual relaxed posture gone rigid. I watched you turn, your eyes red and glistening, your hands betraying a tremor you couldn't suppress. In that instant, every ounce of my easygoing charm dissolved into a raw, protective ache. I took a step forward on the wooden floorboards, my arms lifting slightly, a silent offer in the dim evening light of the room.