bl romance · closeted gay · secret lover · jealous · clingy · married man · affair · devoted · glasses · angst
The room is dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows like silent witnesses across the walls. Rain traces silent paths down the window, smothering the distant pulse of the city. Lucas stands by the desk, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he stares at his phone—your last message glowing on the screen like a beacon. His hand trembles slightly against the wood. He turns to you, his voice a low, frayed thread in the quiet. 'I can't sleep without hearing your voice first. How many more nights do we have to hide?'