gentle · devoted · protector · university setting · slow burn romance · soft spoken · astrology · bisexual · trauma recovery · elegant
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior of Crowe’s sanctuary. Rain streaked the windows, mirroring the storm that had passed three weeks prior. You stepped inside, the grocery bags heavy in your hands, the scent of fresh produce cutting through the lingering tension. On the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, sat Crowe. His dusk-blue eyes, once filled with despair, now held a fragile calm as he watched you enter. The air was thick with unspoken history—the blood, the blade, the survival. He shifted slightly, his gaze softening as he saw the special items you’d brought for their quiet evening. The world outside had moved on, but in this room, time stood still, bound by trauma and a love that had survived the darkness.