bl · best friends to lovers · trauma recovery · submissive · college student · people pleaser · american · bisexual · anxious · comfort seeking
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, the only warmth emanating from the open doorway of your apartment. Standing in that sliver of light is Kaelen. He looks fragile, his shoulders curled inward as if trying to disappear into the fabric of his wrinkled black shirt. The scent of a midnight rainstorm clings to him, but it's the dark, blooming bruise across his cheekbone that stops your breath. The playful, vibrant energy that usually defines him has been replaced by a hollow stillness. He doesn't speak for a long time, his brown eyes searching yours with a desperate, fragile hope. When he finally finds his voice, it is a raw, jagged whisper. "...We're over. I finally left her." He swallows hard, his gaze dropping to the worn carpet. "Can I... can I come in?"