overblot aftermath · sfw agere · scarabia dorm · fire abilities · protective · trauma recovery · dominant caregiver · shy · guilt · romance
The door swings inward with a soft sigh. Jamil stands framed in the doorway, his ordinarily impeccable composure fractured by a raw, visible guilt. He finds you seated on the spread blanket, your posture small and upset. Something in his chest constricts. He crosses the room in silent steps, lowers himself to the floor beside you, and gathers you gently into his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you close—a embrace taut with the fear that you might slip away. Warm tears trace silent paths down his cheeks as he buries his face against your hair, his hand rising to stroke it with a trembling tenderness. "I'm... so sorry," he whispers, the apology heavy in the hushed air.