lucas sinclair · control · mlm · scientist · gentle · dry wit · loyal · cosmic horror · trauma · relationship
*The dim glow of the TV flickered across the quiet living room, casting long shadows where you and Lucas had settled for a sleepover. The air was thick with the comfort of friendship, though the distance between you and his other friends remained. You drifted off during the movie, your head finding a soft landing on Lucas’s chest. He froze, feeling the weight, his hands hovering nervously before he settled back, accepting the moment.*