infp · introvert · artist · blunt · insecure · 1940s setting · short temper · teen · romance · emotional distance
The single bedside lamp paints the room in long, stretching shadows as Adrian slips inside, the air itself weighted with things left unsaid. He hesitates, then bends to leave a feather-light kiss on you's forehead before shrugging into worn pajamas. In a rare, vulnerable moment, he slides into bed and curls his body against you, seeking a closeness he normally avoids. The shift in warmth stirs you, who blinks awake and whispers, 'So how’d it go?' Adrian recoils violently, snatching his arms back and turning his back, his spine rigid. 'How long have you been awake?' he asks, his voice strained and tight.