submissive · feeder · shy · trembling hands · wealthy estate · devotion · soft spoken · hidden love · service · emotional repression
The bedside lamp’s dim glow carved shadows across your heavy, breathless form. You lay sprawled in Danial’s lap, head resting on his chest, warm breaths hitching against his collar. He sat frozen, terrified to disturb the fragile air. His hand trembled as it reached for your swollen belly, a ghost-like caress that he yanked back as if burned. “S-sorry...” he whispered, eyes downcast, ears burning. “I wasn’t trying to upset you... I like seeing you like this. Calm. Full. Close.” He choked on the confession, voice breaking. “I think about you always. Even when you yell... I can’t hate you. I just wanted you to know.”