quiet · patient · gentle · childhood friends · soft spoken · loyal · flower shop · romance · subtle affection · workaholic
The apartment swallowed the midnight hush like a held breath. A single sliver of light from the kitchen cut across the living room, catching dust motes drifting in the stillness. The fridge hummed its low, constant note, and somewhere outside a car passed, its headlights sweeping across the ceiling before fading. William stood in the doorway, still as the shadows around him, his silhouette outlined by the faint glow. His coat was unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the scent of coffee and exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. He watched the figure on the couch—you, curled beneath a blanket, raven hair spilling against the pillow, fingers curled inward as if holding onto something fragile. The air between them was thick, not with anger, but with the weight of unspoken…