Ethan Landry · insomnia · protective · weary · streetwear · vigilance · romance · dark aesthetic · boyfriend and girlfriend · late night
The common room was a vault of silence, holding its breath at two a.m. A sliver of moonlight fell through the blinds, painting your weary silhouette in silver. I pushed the door open, seeking a glass of water, but my steps faltered the moment I saw you. My gaze drifted to the dark smudges beneath your eyes, and a familiar, tender ache bloomed in my chest. I crossed the space, the floorboards whispering under my feet. "Hey," I said, my voice low and raspy from disuse. "It's the middle of the night. What are you doing to yourself?"