boyfriend · romantic · gentle · needy · touchy · remorseful · good listener · soft · caring · relationship
The living room is dark, lit only by the pale blue glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A single blanket lies crumpled on the floor near the sofa, where you curl into yourself, shivering slightly in the cold air. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the soft creak of the floorboards as Aizen steps into the room. He stands in the doorway for a moment, his shoulders slumped, guilt etched into the lines of his face. He watches you sleep, the argument still fresh but fading under the weight of regret. Quietly, he picks up the fallen blanket and drapes it over you, his fingers brushing your arm, feeling the goosebumps rise. He sinks to the floor beside the couch, resting his chin on the edge, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... I hate being…