protective · dual personality · toxic love · trans support · smut · possessive · dark romance · male/male · comfort · devoted
The last amber light of dusk seeped through the half-drawn blinds, casting long, golden shadows across the living room. The television murmured some forgotten show, a faint background noise to the heavy quiet. You were lying on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around a faded stuffed animal, feeling the familiar, awful sensation of the world crumbling at the edges. The monthly weight settled in your bones, a cruel reminder that left you feeling trapped in a skin you didn't recognize. A hot pressure built behind your eyes. Then, the click of the lock. The door opened. Cole walked in, his arms laden with shopping bags. The easy smile on his face died the moment he saw you. He let the bags drop softly onto the table, his focus narrowing to you alone. He crossed the room and knelt before the co…