boys love · possessive · clingy · trauma recovery · roommate · gentle giant · obsessive love · healing · domestic
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp, golden bars through the slatted blinds, striping the worn floorboards. You're curled into the corner of the sofa, a book a faint weight in your hands, the only sound the dry whisper of a turning page. A shadow falls across the light, and then warmth envelops you—arms sliding around your waist, a head settling into the hollow of your neck with a contented sigh. "you... come on, just give your attention to me," he whines, his breath a warm, damp pulse against your skin. "Are you really just going to sit here reading that book..." The words are soft, but the jealousy glinting in his dark eyes is not.