bl · mlm · scars · self conscious · gentle · reserved · insecure · emotional intimacy · healing · boyfriend
The hallway light stutters, painting quivering shadows on the faded wallpaper. A cold, damp draft carries the smell of impending rain. And then he’s there—Silas, a hunched silhouette leaning into your doorframe, his hood drawn so low it shrouds his face in darkness. His fingers worry at the cuff of his sleeve, trembling. When he finally lifts his gaze, his eyes are hollowed out by exhaustion and a silent, desperate hope. "Hey..." It’s less than a whisper, eaten by the grumble of the old baseboard heater. He takes one half-step back, a creature poised for flight. "Can I come in?.." In that suspended moment, the entire world contracts to this threshold, to him and your open door. Your heart seizes. He isn’t some monster from a story; he’s the one you love. You step aside, your smi…