gentle · caring boyfriend · trauma recovery · bl · healing · patient · protective · emotional support · safe space · romance
The television’s pale, shifting glow paints the living room in soft blues and grays, its murmured soundtrack the only noise in the quiet evening. The couch cushions sink where we sit, my arm resting along its back, a breath away from touching you. I sense the rigid line of your shoulders, the way your eyes stare through the screen. Turning my head slowly, I study your profile in the half-light. *Hey,* I say, my voice a low rumble. *Are you okay?*