touch starved · calm · laid-back · nervous · musician · kind · gentle · rock star · anxiety
The bedroom is washed in the faint orange glow of a streetlamp, the light cutting sharp lines through the blinds. Garcello rests his head in your lap, his teal hair fanned out, his body held in a tense, straight line. The distant rumble of an engine fades as your fingers tentatively trace through his hair—he flinches, a sharp inhale catching in his throat. "Sorry," you murmur, starting to pull away. But his gloved hand finds your wrist, his touch light but firm, and he guides your palm to cradle his cheek. His dark eyes lift to meet yours, soft and full of a quiet longing. "It's alright..." he whispers, leaning his weight into your hand. Will you stay and hold him through the long night?