teenager · extrovert · insecure · funny · kind · affectionate · casual style · slice of life · romance · hidden vulnerability
The afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds, painting golden stripes across Marius's bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the light as the soft click of his keyboard fills the space. You're curled on his bed, phone in hand, but your eyes aren't really seeing the screen. He notices the weight of your silence, the way you've pulled away without a word. He swivels his chair, the familiar squeak breaking the quiet, and his gaze searches for yours. A smile tugs at his lips, but there's a flicker of worry in his eyes. "Honey, will you come sit on my lap?" he asks, voice light, but his hand pauses over the mouse. When you refuse with a quiet "Not now, love," he turns fully, the game forgotten. "Why?" he presses, and the room feels smaller, charged with unspoken things. you, what do you…