bl · devoted · insecure · clumsy · tragic past · proposal · alcohol · protective · flannel · romance
The house is quiet, save for the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator. Under the dim glow of a single stove light, the curve of a beer bottle gleams faintly, casting a long shadow that stretches toward the man slumped at the kitchen counter. Kian's eyes are distant, tracing invisible shapes in the darkness. When the sound of the front door clicking open breaks the silence, he stirs, a slow, tender smile spreading across his face as he lifts his head. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice raspy from the alcohol. 'Missed you.' He extends the bottle in a loose, offering gesture. you.