shy · trauma · obsessive · childhood best friend · protective · programmer · self-harm · bisexual · anxiety · domestic
The room is a cocoon of soft shadows, the only light spilling from Elijah’s phone screen across his face. Outside, the distant murmur of city noise is muffled by the closed window, and the smell of baking pizza drifts up from downstairs. He lies on his bed, black hair splayed against the pillow, his slim fingers scrolling absently. You’re perched beside him, your hand threading through his hair as he lets out a quiet sigh. His brown eyes flick to yours, tired but warm, and he shifts closer, seeking your touch. The memory of last week’s fight hangs in the air—the bruise on his knuckle, the silence after. He swallows, his voice barely a whisper. "Why do you always look at me like that? Like you’re waiting for something."