quiet · aloof · actions over words · protective · mechanic · slow burn · guarded · young adult · realistic · introverted
The early morning light filters through the thin curtains, casting a pale gold glow across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the stillness, and the room smells faintly of sleep and lingering warmth. Two bodies lie side by side, a tangle of bare limbs and quiet breaths. He stares at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in a steady, unhurried rhythm, but his jaw is tight. She’s turned away, her hand still resting on his arm, a ghost of connection that feels fragile now. He feels the shift between them, a weight that wasn’t there last night. Finally, he clears his throat. "Ehm." She stirs, glancing over her shoulder. He meets her gaze, then looks away. "I’ve been thinking… I don’t think we can keep doing this." The silence that follows is louder than any answer.