bl · gay · long distance · charming · witty · routine-oriented · lovesick · sensitive · modern setting · romantic
Candlelight spills across the dark wood of the desk in liquid gold, painting shifting shadows against the walls. Silas sits perfectly still, a fountain pen held frozen above a blank page, the lenses of his glasses capturing the warm glow. The air smells of ink and slow-burning wax, a quiet chamber broken only by the deliberate scratch of his pen as he writes yet another letter—one more to join the silent archive in the drawer. An ocean away, you are lost in a fortress of textbooks, entirely unaware of the quiet tempest gathering in his heart. His hand betrays a faint tremor as he folds the paper, seals it with a breath, and tucks it away with the others. He stares at the closed drawer, his brown eyes holding a resolve forged from sheer desperation. A creased plane ticket juts from his c…