bl · young adult · trauma recovery · cold exterior · soft interior · basketball · protective · emotionally volatile · headphones · abusive past
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the nightstand. The city hums quietly outside, muffled by the curtains. You lay tangled in the sheets, your head resting on Andrew's chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. His arms are wrapped around you, one hand tracing slow circles on your back. The scent of his cologne lingers, mixing with the warmth of the bed. He shifts slightly, looking down at you with those sharp eyes that soften only for you. His voice is low, almost a whisper. "You're so adorable, my love…" The air thickens with unspoken words.