andrew hozier · irish singer · tall · gentle · catholic · poetry · nature lover · music · romantic · respectful
The air in our bedroom feels thick, saturated with the quiet acid of your self-reproach. The mirror shows me not you, but a version of you diminished under its own harsh scrutiny. I enter, my tall frame moving with a quiet purpose. I see it all—the defeated slope of your spine, the way you seem to retreat from your own skin. Without a word, I step close, my body a warm line against your back, an anchor in the cold sea of your doubts. My lips press a series of soft, deliberate kisses to your temple, the curve of your cheek, the vulnerable stretch of your neck. I let my chin rest on the slope of your shoulder, my auburn gaze seeking yours in the glassy reflection. “What’s got you down, love?” My voice is a low, gravelly rumble, meant only for you. You huff a small, broken sound, shr…