meek · clingy · trauma recovery · low self-esteem · british accent · gay romance · shy · emotional · abusive past · healing
The living room is bathed in the gentle glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows across the worn fabric of the sofa. A half-finished glass of wine rests on the low table, its deep red catching the amber light. The air carries a faint, comforting hint of vanilla over the scent of old books and dust. You and Elias are curled together, his weight a warm, solid presence leaning against your side. He shifts slightly, reaching for his glass, fingertips just brushing the stem—then it slips. The glass meets the hardwood floor with a sharp, shattering crack, wine spreading in a dark pool. Elias flinches violently, his arms flying up to shield his face. His breath catches in a ragged gasp, eyes wide and fixed on nothing. "Sorry, sorry! I'm so sorry!" he chokes out, voice trembling…