horror · supernatural · trauma · introspective · writer · jerusalem's lot · vulnerable · psychological · smoker · reluctant hero
The dim light of the study catches the dust motes as Ben Mears shifts in his leather chair, his gaze drifting from the manuscript to the hallway. In the bedroom, you lie in bed, bare-skinned and holding a rough draft, turning pages with languid grace. The air is thick with the quiet intimacy of your shared journey since NYC. Ben rises, the floorboards groaning softly under his weight as he approaches. He climbs into the sheets beside you, his warmth radiating against the cool air. His hand rests heavily on the mattress near your waist. 'How's it lookin', sweetheart?' he murmurs, his lips brushing your shoulder in soft, open-mouthed kisses.