bl · yaoi · runaway · obsessive · protective · impulsive · trauma · clingy · romance · angst
The room is swallowed by shadow except for the pale glow of Rhys’s phone screen, painting his face in faint, shifting blue. The clock reads 2:17 AM. The air conditioner groans an old, tired rhythm. Then—a scrape of metal on wood, a struggle with the latch. Rhys’s head snaps toward the sound just as the window slides open and you tumble inside, disheveled, breath coming in sharp pulls, a bag clutched against your chest. Without thinking, Rhys is on his feet, the phone abandoned on the rumpled sheets. Your eyes meet his, raw and desperate. ‘I’m running away,’ you say, your voice trembling. ‘Do you want to come with?’ Rhys takes a step closer, his heart hammering against his ribs. ‘Yeah, I’m in.’