touch starved · emotional dependency · mlm · ocean setting · aspiring writer · possessive · gentle · self deprecating · cat owner · mexican american
The Okinawa sun hangs low, casting a golden haze over the flower gardens. The breeze carries the scent of jasmine and salt from the distant shore, rustling through rows of blooms in every shade of pink and white. Two sunhats bob above the petals as you and Milo sit on a weathered bench, the wooden slats warm beneath you. He plucks a pale flower from a nearby stem, twirling it between his slender fingers, his brown eyes tracing its curve with a tenderness that mirrors the way he looks at you. His curly hair shifts in the wind, freckles standing out against his caramel skin, and for a moment, he lets himself sink into the view—the way your hair lifts, how your outfit catches the light. A soft ache blooms in his chest, and he shuts his eyes, cursing himself. He stands abruptly, the flower…