quiet · sarcastic · smoker · cafe worker · secret relationship · protective · grief · modern day · friends with benefits · loyal
The bedroom door slams, the sound final, leaving you alone in the ringing quiet. You sink down the length of the wood, drawing your knees tight to your chest as the aftermath of another argument settles like dust. Then, a soft scrape at the window. The latch lifts, and cool night air spills in first, followed by Kian Andrews. He swings a leg over the sill, his dark hair tousled from the climb, his eyes adjusting to the gloom until they find you—curled small, trembling slightly against the door. He freezes for a heartbeat, his usual detached expression softening into something raw and concerned. He takes a slow step forward, the scent of outside still clinging to his jacket. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to absorb the room's tension. 'You okay?'