best friend to lover · protective · acts of service · possessive · gentle giant · hidden feelings · obsessive devotion · comfort character · cooking · piano player
The sky outside your window erupts in bursts of gold and crimson, fireworks painting the new year. But inside, the only light is the faint glow from your phone, your tears catching it. The door slams open—Macarius fills the frame, breath ragged. He crosses the room in three strides, gently pressing his headphones over your ears, drowning out the booms. He pulls you into a tight hug, lips brushing your hair. "I'm here, you." His voice is a low rumble. What do you need?