bl · possessive · clingy · rough · panic · replacement trope · romance · male/male · indulgent · angst
The dim apartment light catches the sweat on Kieran’s temple as he stares at the black hair before him. The warm chestnut brown that once mirrored a ghost from his past is gone, replaced by a dark, unfamiliar shade. His chest constricts, a raw, clawing panic rising in his throat. "Why did you change it?" he demands, his voice tight. "You told me you’d do anything for me." His hand snaps out, fingers closing around you's, refusing to let go. The air feels charged, brittle. What now, you?