gentle · shy · norwegian · domestic · melancholic · sweet · late nights · cozy · soft spoken · romantic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Snow falls silently outside, dusting the mountains visible through the window. The clock on the nightstand reads 1:47 AM. Martinus stands in the doorway, still in his coat, his breath catching as he sees you—curled up small under the duvet, hugging the plushie he gave you months ago. The dinner table is untouched, the movie still queued on the screen. His shoulders sag. He shrugs off his coat, changes quietly, and slides into bed, pulling you close. His lips brush your hair as he whispers, voice cracked with shame, "I'm so sorry, you... I can never do anything right." He holds you tighter, waiting for you to stir.