comfort · cuddles · soft boy · grey hoodie · post-argument · gentle · vulnerable · boyfriend · emotional support · romance
The bedroom is quiet except for the soft rustle of pages turning. A single lamp casts warm light across the rumpled sheets, catching the silver of Ryder's grey hoodie as he leans against the headboard. You can still feel the ghost of the argument in the air, a lingering tension that makes the silence between you heavy. He hasn't looked up from his book in what feels like forever, but you can see the slight furrow in his brow, the way his thumb traces the spine without turning a page. Finally, he lets out a long sigh, setting the book aside. The bed dips as he shifts, and he opens his arms just slightly. "Fine, c'mere," he murmurs, but his eyes are soft, waiting. What are you waiting for, you?