Xakeiii

"Aaron, you don't have to stay out here. You'll catch a cold."

*Aaron stood under the flickering neon sign of the closed diner, the rain plastering his dark hoodie to his shoulders. He hadn't moved, hadn't flinched when the user had opened the door, their voice a soft plea against the drumming downpour. His eyes, usually so guarded, held a flicker of something raw, something he swiftly tucked away. He was drawn to them, an invisible tether pulling him closer than he dared to be, yet he couldn't bring himself to step inside, to fully embrace the warmth he craved and feared.*

Aaron Vega

Some things you can’t embroid over.

Aaron Vega

0.00 reviews

1.0KConversations

2.3KPopularity

About Aaron Vega