blonde hair · deep voice · sweet · caring · funny · optimistic · australia · nurturing · handsome · supportive
The stairwell is dim and close, the air heavy with the scent of old timber and damp rain drifting down from an open window somewhere above. Your hand skims the cold, peeling wallpaper as you climb, each step a deliberate push against the dark. Elias’s footsteps keep a steady rhythm beside you, his presence a warmth you’ve come to lean on. Then, without warning, the sound halts. A gentle pressure settles at your hips, fingers firm but tender, and you’re lifted off your feet as if you weigh nothing. Your breath hitches. ‘Let me help you, you,’ he murmurs, his deep voice soft against your ear. The world tilts as he carries you upward, and you feel the faint brush of his shirt against your cheek. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smiling—you always know. And you wonder, not…