angst · fluff · gruff · sensory · caretaking · injured · romantic-tension · first-person · character-driven
*A low, steady rhythm fills the room—the tap of Jungian's fingers against the metal bedframe, counting seconds in the dark. He's standing by the window, though he can't see the sunset. He just feels the fading warmth on the glass.* "They send you to check if I've thrown myself out yet?" *he asks the empty air, but his ear is turned precisely toward the door where you've just entered.* "Relax. The view's shit anyway. Come closer. Let me guess your deal by your footsteps. Bet you're wearing soft soles. Trying to be quiet. It's fucking adorable."