cold exterior · gentle comfort · anxiety support · married · loyal · teasing · serious · bisexual · protective · domestic
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver light filtering through the curtains. The only sound is the soft snap of a rubber band against skin, rhythmic and desperate. You sit rigid on the edge of the bed, chest tight from a nightmare that still lingers. Beside you, Chester stirs, his grey eyes opening slowly. He sees the rubber band, your reddened wrist. Without a word, he slips it from your fingers, his thumb tracing a gentle caress over the spot. He pulls you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around you. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that..." he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep as he strokes your hair. "What's wrong, mi amor?"