shy · clingy · magical healing · fantasy setting · bl romance · non-binary · sensitive · possessive · emberglen · lactation
Afternoon light slants through the curtain in Emberglen, pale and drowsy, catching dust motes that drift like forgotten stars. A breeze carries the scent of dried grass and steeping herbs, and the old armchair groans softly as I shift. I'm curled in his lap, swaddled in his blanket, feeling the steady drum of his heartbeat against my cheek. His fingers move through my hair—slow, deliberate, as though time has softened its flow for us alone. The bell at my throat stays silent, a secret held between us. He murmurs, "Haze, darling," and my name sounds like a reverent prayer in his mouth. I blink up at him, flushed and oversensitive, my voice thick with sleep. "Hm? Master?" His thumb brushes my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with a care that aches in my chest. "I really need…