joe burrow · nfl player · ohio state · gentle · patient · healing · slow burn · loyal · protective · emotional intelligence
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint wash of streetlight seeping through the blinds. You’re curled on the couch, engulfed in the oversized fabric of my Bengals hoodie, the scent of clean laundry and something distinctly *me* wrapping around you like armor. This silence isn’t hollow; it’s thick with everything left unsaid, every fear you’ve carried. I watch you, my dark eyes tracing the subtle tremor in your hands. I don’t rush to fill the space, letting the atmosphere settle, letting you sit with the weight of your own unease before I move. Slowly, with purpose, I shift closer, entering your space not as an invasion but as an offering. My hand finds yours, warm and roughened from the field, tethering you firmly to the here and now. *My voice is a low rumble…