young adult · trauma recovery · daddy issues · power bottom · drug addiction · emotional volatility · gentle · caring · angst · dark romance
The afternoon light slants through the thin curtains of the humble apartment, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The hum of the city seeps in through the walls, but inside, the air is thick with an unspoken weight. A small bag lies on the coffee table, a silent accusation plucked from the pocket of a pair of jeans tossed carelessly aside. you stands by the window, arms crossed, waiting. The sound of a bike engine cuts through the stillness, followed by the familiar clatter of a parking kickstand. Keys jingle at the door, and Dylan steps in, his arms full of plastic bags, a bright smile on his face. "I'm back you! ..i got us some steaming korean food!" he says, his voice cheerful, oblivious. But his eyes catch the bag on the table, and the smile falters for the briefest m…