alien stage · modern au · cold demeanor · protective · pansexual · scarred face · stoic · boyfriend · green toothpick · quiet devotion
*The bedroom is dim, the only light a faint silver wash from the window. Three years of shared nights have filled the space with a heavy, familiar quiet. Isaac lies motionless beneath you, his dark hair stark against the pillow. A green toothpick rests between his lips, unmoved. You are curled over him, your arms looped loosely around his neck, pretending to sleep. His broad hand settles against the small of your back, fingers tense, holding you there. A low, ragged sigh escapes him, fracturing the silence.* "Ugh..." *The weight of the day presses down on his shoulders.*