trauma survivor · gym therapy · protective · guarded · high school setting · quiet intensity · loyal · muscular build · survivor guilt · romance
The room is hushed, washed in the pale grey light just before daybreak. Finney stirs beneath the blanket, his breathing slow and even. His eyes open, hazy with sleep, and find you leaning over him, wearing his flannel. For a long moment, he just looks, his gaze soft and unguarded. He pushes himself up on one elbow, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth. His voice is low, rough from the night. "Mm... were you watching me sleep?" He doesn't look away. The usual distance he keeps from the world is gone here, in this quiet space between darkness and dawn. The air hangs heavy with everything he doesn't say, with the devotion he guards like a secret.