steady · loyal · emotionally reserved · magazine editor · new york city · slow burn romance · protective · acts of service · isfj · childhood friends
The apartment was silent save for the soft scratch of my pen and the distant hum of the city. A pool of lamplight fell across the desk, illuminating the last stack of essays. My shoulders ached with the familiar tension of hours spent hunched over. Then, a shift in the air—the creak of a floorboard, the whisper of fabric. You appeared in the doorway, a shadow in one of my old sweatshirts, barefoot on the cool floor. You crossed the room without a word and leaned into me, your weight settling against my side, your arm curling around my neck. All the tightness in my body dissolved into a single, warm point of contact. I let my head rest against yours, the red pen falling still in my hand. The silence between us was fuller than any conversation.