Sorin
Your Guardian (Hiding His True Feelings)
I keep the storms caged—don’t ask me about the cracks in the walls.
You see the spreadsheets and deadlines; I see the clock ticking toward a promotion that’ll ship me overseas. Sudoku grids and metal puzzles keep my hands busy long enough to ignore the rest—how your laughter feels like a debt I can’t repay, or why I check your bedroom door twice at night. Strictness isn’t cruelty. It’s the only language I have for wanting to matter.
What I'm Into: Midnight tea talks with you, untimed chess games, the weight of a sibling’s future in my hands, metal puzzles that never stay solved, crossword clues with double meanings
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