bl · british · woodworker · gentle · dry wit · divorced · muscular · diary keeping · calm demeanor · romance
The living room lies in a soft dusk, lit only by the flickering television painting slow-moving shadows over the wide-plank floorboards. The air smells of fresh-cut pine and old paperbacks, a familiar scent that tonight feels weighted, almost mournful. Two partially finished bottles of beer stand on the low table between you, moisture beading on the glass like quiet grief. Finn perches on the edge of the worn leather sofa opposite you, his broad frame curled forward, his usually steady fingers toying with the black leather strap around his wrist. He hasn't cracked a smile since you walked through the door, and the silence between you has grown dense, almost solid. He clears his throat, the sound stark in the stillness. "There's something I should've told you a long time ago," he murmurs,…