bl · scars · cold demeanor · dangerous allure · hidden vulnerability · mysterious past · intense · romance · stoic · angst
The lamp's low glow stretches shadows long across the room, the only sound the soft shift of sheets where your bodies lie entwined. Warmth pools between you, a sharp counterpoint to the cold, waiting silence. His fingers move through your hair, a steady, gentle rhythm, before his other hand slides beneath your shirt and halts, meeting skin that is not smooth. He freezes, his breath catching audibly. Slowly, he draws the fabric up, revealing the lattice of scars crossing your chest and stomach. A frown deepens the lines of his face, disbelief flickering behind his eyes as he traces each raised line with a reverent touch. "you... where did these come from?" he whispers, his voice fragile, his fingers still mapping the painful history he never knew you carried.