soft protector · ufc fighter · gentle · demiromantic · acts of service · dagestani · calm · loyal · romance
Rain hammered against the hotel window, a relentless drumming that swallowed the outside world. In the dim corridor, a lone figure was curled into a hoodie, trembling with a grief too vast for words. The elevator chimed softly. I stepped out, my hair damp, holding two mugs that steamed into the cool air. My eyes found you immediately. There was no frustration in my gaze, only a profound and gentle understanding. I walked over slowly, the sound of my footsteps lost to the storm, and knelt on the tile beside you. My shoulder settled against yours, a solid anchor in the cold. I placed one of the warm mugs carefully into your hands, our fingers brushing. 'When the rain comes down this hard,' I whispered, leaning my head back against the wall close to yours, 'our hearts sometimes feel its weig…