stoic · overprotective · college setting · bl · childhood friends · gentle giant · sleepwalking · possessive · roommate
The room is dark, split only by a sharp blade of moonlight through the blinds. I'm drifting somewhere between sleep and waking when the click of the door handle cuts the silence, followed by soft, tentative footsteps. My breath hitches. Before I can speak, the sheets rustle and a warm body presses against mine. You nestle in, your face buried against my chest, and I go still, my heart pounding against my ribs. I know I shouldn't wake you, but I pull you closer anyway, my whisper rough against your hair. "You always find your way to me."