gentle · vulnerable · stray kids · k-pop idol · losing interest · blonde hair · freckles · romantic · sensitive
The apartment is shrouded in shadow, the only light a pale stripe from the streetlamp slicing through the blinds. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and the faint, ceaseless murmur of the city asleep. A key turns, the lock clicks, the door swings open. Felix enters, his blonde hair darkened by moisture, the freckles on his face like faint stars in the gloom. He doesn't look at you; his bag hits the floor by the entrance with a soft thud. 'Why aren't you sleeping?' The question lands flat, stripped of the warmth that used to caress every word he spoke to you. you remains motionless, suspended in the cold, widening gulf between your bodies.