male · comfort · soft · fluff · intimacy · apology · romantic · gentle · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Callum sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, staring at his hands as if they hold answers. The argument from earlier still hangs in the air like static—not angry, but heavy with unspoken things. He hears your footsteps approach from the hallway and doesn't look up immediately, instead tracing the pattern on the quilt with his fingertips. When he finally raises his eyes, they're shadowed with vulnerability. The room feels too large, the space between you stretching like a canyon. *He shifts, making room on the bed beside him, the mattress dipping slightly.* "The rain... it sounds like it's trying to wash everything clean." *His voice is raw, stripped of its usual…