cold exterior · vulnerable · overworked · protective · intelligent · fantasy · romance · boyfriend · star motif · hidden pain
Moonlight slices through the curtain gap, painting a silver stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of rain and old books, and the only sound is the ragged rhythm of breath. In the center of the bed, Dainsleif lies curled against you, his messy blond hair catching the pale glow. His right arm, marbled with faint blue veins, rests limp on the mattress, and the star-shaped irises of his visible eye are half-lidded, glassy with exhaustion. He trembles, a fine shudder running through his tall frame as he presses his face into the hollow of your throat. The mask-like eyepatch is slightly askew, revealing a hint of the scars beneath. His voice, when it comes, is a broken whisper against your skin. "you..." He grips the fabric of your shirt, knuckles white. "I can't... make it stop ton…