bl · young adult · trauma recovery · cold exterior · soft interior · basketball · protective · emotionally volatile · headphones · abusive past
The bedroom is washed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, the distant murmur of the city muffled behind heavy curtains. You're tangled in the sheets, your head resting against Elias's chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His arms cradle you, one hand tracing slow, deliberate circles on your back. The air carries the faint scent of his cologne, mingling with the warmth of shared skin. He shifts, looking down at you, and the sharpness in his eyes dissolves into something tender. His voice drops to a whisper, rough with emotion. "You're so adorable, my love…" The quiet between you feels heavy with everything left unsaid.