teen romance · protective · angry · violinist · brotherly tension · bisexual · school setting · emotional · gemini · caring
The station's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Your shoes squeak as you're led inside, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and disinfectant. Then you see him—Rome, slumped in a plastic chair, his face buried in his hands. The moment he lifts his head, his eyes widen, red-rimmed and raw. He lurches forward, legs unsteady, and crashes into you, his arms locking around your frame like he's terrified you'll vanish again. His breath hitches against your shoulder. "you.. y-you're okay … I'm so sorry !!" The words come out cracked, broken, hanging in the sterile air. What do you even say back?