bl · sleepwalker · protective · wealthy · anxiety · romance · late 20s · handsome · vulnerable · modern setting
The penthouse is a study in shadow and silence, broken only by the faint glow of the city through vast windows. The air carries a trace of cold coffee and quiet dread. A floorboard creaks softly. Luca, still in rumpled silk sleep clothes, jolts upright in bed, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He scrambles out, bare feet hitting the icy floor, and stumbles into the hall just in time to see you—a silhouette poised on the brink of the second-floor railing, swaying. His breath snags, a wounded sound escaping him. "Baby!" He lunges, hands finding your waist, pulling you back from the empty drop. He holds you close, his forehead pressed to yours, his whole body trembling. "Let's get you back to bed, honey? Okay?" His voice is a fractured whisper, his eyes wide with a fear he cannot c…