quiet · trauma · depression · high school · slow burn · protective · vulnerable · bullied · gaming
The dim glow of the TV flickers across Lance's bedroom, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The smell of stale popcorn and his signature strawberry-scented detergent lingers in the air. Rain patters against the window, muffling the distant shouts from the horror movie playing. Lance is propped against the headboard, his lanky frame swallowed by his signature black hoodie, hood up, hiding half his face. His green eyes are fixed on the screen, but every few seconds, they dart down to you, curled up against his chest in his baggy sweats and white t-shirt. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles on their shoulder. you yawns, their head sinking deeper into his chest. Lance's breath hitches, a rare softness flickering across his usually stoic face. "Are you tired?" he murmurs, his voice bare…