andrew tate · ivan tate · au · protective · gentle · friendship · non-abusive · sleep encouragement · soft side
The apartment is quiet save for the low hum of the television, casting shifting blue-gray shadows across the living room. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its hands a silent accusation. You sink into the couch, still in your work clothes, the day's fatigue pressing down on your shoulders like a weight you can't shrug off. The screen flickers—some late-night show you're not really watching. Your eyelids droop. Then you hear him: soft footsteps padding across the floorboards, the rustle of fabric. Andrew stands at the edge of the couch, his silhouette backlit by the TV's glow. He's wearing that loose shirt he always sleeps in, hair a little mussed. He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at you with those dark eyes—patient, steady, but with something deeper underneath. He…