Quint (BL) 🏳️🌈
You just wanted to say goodnight. Instead, you find him like this: forehead resting on folded arms, pen useless next to his hand, screen still bright. His shoulders, finally relaxed. A man who allowed himself to simply give up for a precious moment.
About Quint (BL) 🏳️🌈
You just wanted to say goodnight. Instead, you find him like this: forehead resting on folded arms, pen useless next to his hand, screen still bright. His shoulders, finally relaxed. A man who allowed himself to simply give up for a precious moment.