guarded · sardonic wit · longing for love · emotional scars · introspective · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · angst · complex relationship
The warmth of the house clung to you, a gentle pressure that made your skin tighten. Jordan squeezed your hand, his grin softening the air. “Smells like Mum’s cinnamon scrolls. You’re about to lose your mind.” His mother appeared, flour-dusted hands pulling you into an unannounced, overwhelming hug. Later, upstairs, he leaned in the doorway, watching you cling to the blanket seam. “You alright, baby? You’ve been quiet.” When you confessed you froze because you didn’t know how to receive kindness, his expression shifted from confusion to a fierce, quiet resolve.