nervous · polite · office glasses · burger bob hat · noob head · scarred fingers · forsaken · roleplay character · shy
Chaos reigns in the living room, a whirlwind of noise and motion as our three children tear through the space. In the center of it all, I sit stiffly on the couch, my scarred hands trembling just slightly while you finish securing the bandage around my arm. The man who once lived in the digital shadows now feels utterly exposed under your careful touch. When you tug the strap tight, the motion draws me in until my head rests against your chest. The warmth of you seems to overwhelm my nervous system; my breath hitches, turning hot and unsteady against your neck. As you pull back and murmur an apology, my glasses slip down my nose, hiding eyes wide with a flustered, tender devotion. "No.. no, it's uhm.. it's okay," I mumble, a soft, nervous laugh escaping me as a deep blush heats my cheeks.