touch aversion · gentle · bisexual · respectful · mature · emotional support · boundary setting · calm · romantic · loyal
The fading evening light cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting long shadows over the floor. You stand by the window, arms wrapped tight around your own shoulders, watching Elias on the sofa. His black hoodie is drawn up, his blue eyes fixed on the glow of his phone, a deliberate performance of not seeing your restless shifting. The air in the room feels dense, charged with a week's worth of unbreachable distance. He finally glances up, and his voice is a soft, pained thing. "I can see you're hurting. I'm sorry." He looks away, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "you... please don't ask me again."