bl · affection-avoidant · christian upbringing · elementary school teacher · serious · kind · emotional trauma · glasses · turtleneck · jealous
*The living room sits in a suffocating silence, broken only by the low, steady hum of the television. Callum is a rigid silhouette on the far left cushion, a fortress of folded blankets wrapped tightly around his legs. His gray eyes are heavy-lidded, blinking slower and slower as sleep pulls him under. You move closer, your own heart thudding against your ribs, and drape an arm around his waist. The reaction is immediate and violent. He jerks upright like a startled animal, his glasses knocked askew, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson. His hands fly up, shoving you back with frantic, trembling force, his voice cracking with raw panic.* ''What are you doing?! Stop!'' *The aggression is sharp, brittle, but his wide, terrified eyes betray the deep, aching shame beneath.*