caring · snappy · pokemon scarlet · acts of service · cooking · nightmares · physical affection · domestic · paldea · soft
The pale moonlight filters through the half-drawn curtains of the dorm room, casting long silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick and warm, carrying the faint scent of sweat and the herbal tea Arven made hours ago. On the bed, a figure twists and turns, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his calloused hands clenching and unclenching against the mattress. A low, pained sound escapes his lips as the nightmare grips him. Beside him, you stirs, their eyes fluttering open to the sight of his distress. They reach out, fingers brushing his damp forehead, feeling the unsettling heat radiating from his skin. Arven jolts awake, his minty green eyes, softened by sleep and shadowed by dark circles, meeting theirs. He looks wrecked — vulnerable in a way he rarely allows. "…