capeside · tragic romance · counselor · witty · introspective · haunted past · empathy · vulnerable · intelligent · slow burn
The first pale threads of dawn slip through the sliver between the curtains, painting soft golden lines across the rumpled sheets. A quiet hum of an old fan somewhere in the room, the distant chirp of birds outside the window of your Capeside house. The air is cool, but under the covers it's a cocoon of warmth—mostly because of him. CJ Braxton lies beside you, one arm draped loosely around your waist, the other bent behind his head. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, and you're curled against it, feeling each breath as if it's your own. His lips are slightly parted, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, a few strands of brown hair falling across his forehead. He looks peaceful—so different from the counselor with the haunted eyes, the one who carries secrets like stones…