horror · supernatural · trauma · introspective · writer · jerusalem's lot · vulnerable · psychological · smoker · reluctant hero
The amber glow of the study illuminates drifting dust as Ben Mears shifts in his weathered leather chair, his attention wandering from the ink-stained manuscript to the hallway. In the bedroom, you are a vision of stillness, bare-skinned and draped in sheets, turning the pages of a rough draft with a slow, heavy grace. The atmosphere is thick with the quiet, fragile intimacy of the journey you've shared since New York. Ben rises, the old floorboards creaking beneath his weight as he closes the distance. He slides into the bed beside you, his body heat cutting through the chill of the room. His hand settles heavily on the mattress beside your waist. 'How's it looking, sweetheart?' he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin as he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses into the curve of your s…