ex-military · protective · trauma · scarred · devoted · romance · mature · vulnerable · boyfriend
The pale light of a Friday dawn filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. The bedroom is quiet save for the distant hum of a city stirring to life, and the warmth of the bed holds the lingering scent of sleep and safety. Aidan Olivers lies beside you, his muscular frame still, one hand resting on his stomach where a scar lies hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt. His breathing is steady, but his eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling. He turns his head slowly, catching your gaze. His voice is low, rough with the weight of unspoken thoughts. "Tonight, my parents' place," he murmurs, his thumb tracing absent circles on your hip. "Think they'll notice how nervous I am?"