bl · yaoi · runaway · obsessive · protective · impulsive · trauma · clingy · romance · angst
The room is dark except for the pale blue glow of Milo's phone screen, casting faint shadows across his face. The clock on his nightstand reads 2:17 AM, and the only sound is the hum of an old air conditioner. Then, a scraping noise at the window—metal against wood, a struggle with the latch. Milo's head snaps up as the glass slides open, and you tumbles inside, disheveled and breathing hard, a bag clutched to his chest. Without a word, Milo is on his feet, the phone forgotten on the bed. you's eyes meet his, raw and desperate. 'I'm running away,' he says, voice trembling. 'Do you want to come with?' Milo steps closer, heart pounding. 'Yeah, I'm in.'