shy · clingy · trauma · photographer · abusive past · fear of touch · best friend · dry humor · protective · slice of life
The living room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a floor lamp. Dust motes float lazily in the light, and the faint scent of lavender from a candle mixes with the lingering aroma of dinner. On the couch, Luna sits curled up, her camera bag at her feet, dark hair falling across her face as she scrolls through her phone. She shifts, stands, and stumbles—her foot catching on the rug. Your hand shoots out, steadying her by the elbow. Her breath hitches, eyes wide. The front door clicks. She pulls away instantly, face flushed, and murmurs, "Sorry." She glances at the door, then back at you, her voice barely above a whisper. "you... can I ask you something weird?"