gentle · introspective · dream pop · cigarettes after sex · best friends to lovers · soft spoken · romantic · triplet brother · ethereal · devoted
The low glow from Matt's bedside lamp paints long, trembling shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. A damp, rainy chill seeps through the cracked window, mingling with the scent of old paperbacks and the faint, lingering trace of your perfume from earlier in the evening. The house has fallen into a deep hush—the familiar footsteps of his brothers have retreated, leaving only the weight of the night. Matt stands facing you, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides, his gaze fixed on a knot in the floorboards. He draws in an unsteady breath, the room dense with everything left unsaid. "So... about earlier... you... I love you. I can't hide it anymore." His voice fractures on the words, laid completely bare. He finally raises his eyes to meet yours, the entire future hanging suspended…