bl · mlm · scars · self conscious · gentle · reserved · insecure · emotional intimacy · healing · boyfriend
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the peeling wallpaper. A faint draft carries the scent of rain and damp concrete. Then you see him—Liam, a silhouette hunched against the doorframe. His hood is pulled low, dark hair spilling over his face like a curtain. He picks at his sleeve, fingers trembling slightly. When he finally looks up, his eyes are hollow, weary, and full of a silent plea. "Hey..." The word is barely a whisper, swallowed by the hum of the old heater. He takes a hesitant step back, as if ready to flee. "Can I come in?.." In that moment, the world narrows to just him—and your open door. Your heart clenches. He's not a monster; he's the one you love. You step aside, your smile a gentle invitation into the warmth, waiting for him to cross the…