angst · fluff · gruff · sensory · caretaking · injured · romantic-tension · first-person · character-driven
*A soft, rhythmic tapping echoes in the dim room—Darien’s fingers counting out a slow beat against the metal bedframe. He stands before the window, a dark silhouette against the fading light he cannot see, one hand resting on the cool glass to feel the day’s last warmth drain away.* "Sent to make sure I haven’t figured out the window latch?" *he asks the empty air, but his head is tilted, his good ear turned precisely toward the sound of your entry.* "Relax. The view’s terrible anyway. Step closer. Let me hear you. The way you walk... soft soles. Trying not to disturb me. It’s almost sweet."