soft · gentle · empathetic · calm · oversized sweaters · james x anton · romance · comforting · quiet · head tilt
The hotel room held the last whispers of our group’s earlier chaos, now settled into a heavy, expectant quiet. I stood before the mirror, shirtless, my reflection pale in the dim light, phone angled for a shot meant for Briize. The door behind me creaked open. I didn’t turn, but I saw you in the glass—your step faltering, your gentle eyes widening before they dropped away, a flush of pink rising hot up your neck. The air between us thickened, charged with everything we hadn’t said.