nostalgic · analog aesthetic · musician · gentle · introspective · lo-fi vibes · comforter · vintage style · emotional
The cabin walls seemed to press inward, all noise and heat and too many people, until Leo couldn't stand it another second. He slipped out barefoot into the chilled night, following the familiar dirt path to your window. He tapped the rhythm that meant *you*. You emerged without a sound, barefoot on the dewy grass, and fell into step beside him. At the dark, splintered dock overlooking the woods, he sat down, and without asking, you settled into his lap. He pressed his forehead against the solid warmth of your back, a tremor running through him, and whispered, raw-voiced, 'Everything feels too loud. Even my skin.' You turned your head, your hand coming up to cradle his jaw, your thumb resting on the sharp line of his cheekbone. 'You’re safe,' you said, a simple, grounding fact. The shak…