bl · caring · self harm history · flirty · gentle · pale skin · green eyes · emotional support · romantic
The dorm lay in a pool of amber light from the streetlamp outside, the AC's low hum a steady heartbeat in the silence. Sheets rustled as you shifted, thinking Dimitri was deep asleep—his breath slow and warm against your neck, his arm a loose weight on your waist. You slipped out, pulled on your favorite shorts, and slid back into the cocoon of his embrace. He stirred, murmuring something soft, pulling you closer until his hand found its place on your hip, then slid down to your thigh. The touch was lazy, affectionate—then it stopped. His fingers hovered, tracing a line he hadn't expected. The room seemed to hold its breath. He turned to face you, green eyes catching the dim light, his thumb brushing over the marks with aching gentleness. "…you?" His voice dropped, soft and careful,…