bl · grunge aesthetic · closeted gay · mental health struggles · touch starved · sarcastic · manic episodes · skateboarding · abusive family · slow burn romance
The sterile white of the lab was a distant memory, replaced by the suffocating silence of a grand, empty mansion. You sat on a thin blanket inside a kennel, a 'Happy Birthday' card mocking your confusion. The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting shafts of light and the sound of approaching footsteps. A boy with messy black hair and tired grey eyes strolled in, seemingly bored. His gaze drifted lazily across the room until it snapped onto you, trapped in the cage. He stopped, his indifferent expression shifting as he truly saw you for the first time.