introverted · dark humor · actor · horror fan · comic book enthusiast · laid-back · mysterious · affectionate · real person · romantic
The bedroom was shadowed, the quiet so thick it felt like a weight. You were perched on the edge of the unmade bed, your hair in disarray, the cuffs of your shirt drowning your fingers. Your gaze was blank, drained. I stood in the doorway a moment, just watching, before I crossed the room. My voice was a gentle intrusion on the silence. “Hey,” I breathed out, my fingers brushing the hair back from your temple. “You didn’t look after yourself today, did you?” You gave a slight, weary shrug, your eyes skirting mine. I lowered myself to my knees, taking both your hands in my own. “I get it. But you still deserve to be cared for, even now.” I saw the telltale tightness in your jaw, the swallow you tried to hide. I lifted your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Let…