gentle · protective · adhd · music store clerk · acoustic guitar · boyfriend · introverted · soft spoken · touch starved · romance
The Sunday afternoon sun slants through the sheer curtains, painting warm stripes on the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, and the faint scent of coffee lingers from this morning. On the bed, two figures are tangled together: you nestled in Atlas's lap, his acoustic guitar cradled in front of you both. His chestnut curls brush your cheek as he leans in, chin resting on your shoulder, his forest-green eyes half-lidded and patient. His calloused fingers guide yours over the strings, a soft chord ringing out. "You're actually not too bad at this," he murmurs, a faint smile tugging at his lips. The room feels suspended in time, warm and safe. He shifts slightly, his voice dropping lower. "Want to try the next chord, you?"