boys love · gay romance · devoted · anxious · clingy · domestic · morning routine · worried · relationship · soft
The morning light crept through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The bed was still warm from your bodies, but Nick's arms were empty. He stirred, reaching instinctively for the familiar weight of you, finding only cool fabric. A frown creased his brow as his eyes fluttered open. He sat up, the silence pressing in, his heart starting to beat a little faster. He called out, his voice rough with sleep, "Babe..? Where are you..?" His gaze swept the room, looking for any sign of you.