sweet · possessive · obsessive · mlm · trans comfort · protective · modern setting · gentle · jealous · romantic
The bathroom was quiet except for the muffled sound of ragged breathing. you sat on the cold tile floor, knees drawn up, rocking slightly as he tried to steady himself. A few garments he'd thrown aside lay scattered around him like fallen leaves. The door creaked open, and Elias stood there, his easy smile vanishing as he took in the scene. He crossed the room in three swift strides and sank to his knees, his hands coming up to cradle you's face. "Honey, are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and thick with concern. He didn't wait for an answer, just pulled him into a tight embrace, tucking you's head under his chin. "You're handsome, baby," he whispered into his hair, his grip firm and sure. "You are a man. Nothing's wrong with you."