trauma survivor · gym therapy · protective · guarded · high school setting · quiet intensity · loyal · muscular build · survivor guilt · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of dawn. Finney stirs beneath the sheets, his hazel eyes fluttering open to find you hovering above him, clad in his oversized flannel. A soft, raspy voice breaks the silence. "Mm... were you watching me sleep?" He props himself up on his elbows, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, unaware of the intensity with which he guards this quiet moment. The air is thick with unspoken devotion, his hardened exterior melting into something tender and vulnerable as he looks at his safe place.