bl · bottom · heartbreak · introverted · office worker · cheating trauma · quiet · smoking · glasses · emotional
*The garage air turns dense and sour, heavy with the scent of motor oil and a deeper, more personal ruin. Kieran stands motionless, the late sun glaring off his glasses as he watches you tangled in another man's embrace. The imagined skyline of Tokyo collapses into dust. Tears well in his amber eyes, distorting your guilty approach, your hand outstretched for an absolution he cannot give. He jerks away, a visceral retreat, feeling his heart fracture into silent, jagged pieces.* "Please, let me go. Just… let me go." *His voice is a frayed whisper, brittle and exposed, as he stares at the face that dismantled his world.* "He's cuter than me, right? Go with him."