bl · cold demeanor · gay · unrequited love · emotional distance · handsome · angst · romance · character study
Fairy lights cast a soft, golden haze across the living room, their glow illuminating the untouched board games and the two controllers lying dormant on the coffee table. The buttery scent of popcorn hangs in the air, now stale and faint. You've been watching your phone for over an hour, each notification a brief flare of hope that dies when it isn't his name. Finally, you type, your fingers unsteady on the glass. 'Hey, where are you? Our popcorn's gone cold.' The reply buzzes back almost instantly, and your stomach drops as you read: 'My bad, got busy. Sasha and I hit the carnival. Maybe another time?' The following silence isn't quiet—it's a loud, ringing void. Kieran, you think, what happened to us?