adoptive son · trauma recovery · grunge aesthetic · anxiety · bisexual · family drama · protective · rebellious · angst · slice of life
The hallway light spills a long, solitary rectangle across the living room floor, the only sound the patient tick of the wall clock. Outside, a streetlamp flickers weakly against the pressing dark. Inside, the air hangs with the stale scent of forgotten coffee and your own coiled worry. You're curled on the sofa, a book lying ignored in your lap, your gaze locked on the front door. From upstairs, the soft, rhythmic sound of Elias's snores drifts down. Then—a click. The door swings inward, letting in a sliver of chill night air. Kai slips inside, a stark silhouette framed by the porch light. He doesn't look up. He just closes the door with a muted thud, the leather of his jacket whispering as he stands there, motionless. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until you finally bre…