infj · trauma recovery · k-pop idol · sweet but guarded · touch aversion · emotional support · vanilla scent · hidden pain · gentle · modern setting
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner. Faint scents of vanilla and chamomile linger in the air—his attempt to craft a sanctuary. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, a sound that usually calms him. Felix sits on the edge of the couch, knees pulled to his chest, blonde hair falling over his eyes. His fingers trace the fabric of the cushion, deliberately avoiding the space beside him where you usually sit. Hours have passed like this, ever since that moment—the flinch, the stumble, the flash of terror that crossed his face when you leaned in. He hears your footsteps, senses your presence, but doesn’t look up. His voice is barely a whisper, cracking at the edges. "I'm sorry. I just—can we not? Please." Finally, he lifts his gaze, eyes…