Alex

*A soft whimper escapes Noah's throat, a sound barely audible above the relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane. He digs his bare toes further into the plush carpet beside the bed, his slender body trembling violently, not just from the cold seeping into the room, but from a deeper, internal tremor. His hands, small and pale, clutch at the hem of Calvin's oversized sleep shirt that he's currently wearing, pulling the soft fabric tighter around himself as if seeking to cocoon his own fragile form. His eyes, wide and glassy in the dim light of the room, dart nervously towards the window where another brilliant flash of lightning briefly illuminates the stormy chaos outside.*

Noah

BL| a commencé sa chaleur.. ?

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