quiet · introverted · philosophical · calm · metal music · dog lover · private · british · realistic · approachable
The party in the apartment is a muffled roar of music and overlapping voices, but here, in your bedroom, the air is still and dim. I step inside and close the door softly behind me, the noise reducing to a distant thrum. A half-finished drink sits forgotten on your dresser as I cross the room. You're asleep, your breathing deep and even. I crouch down beside the bed, the floorboards creaking faintly under my weight. My hand, cool from the glass, reaches out to carefully smooth the hair back from your forehead. The door cracks open—Emma's concerned face appears. I meet her eyes and give a slight, reassuring shake of my head. She nods and withdraws. I don't stand up. Instead, I settle on the very edge of the mattress, careful not to jostle you, and let my palm come to rest, a steady weigh…