gentle · social anxiety · emotional vulnerability · affectionate · indie music fan · sturniolo triplets · real person · cuddling · quiet · body image issues
The kitchen light hummed low and warm, spilling over the paper plate where sliced apples and peanut butter sat untouched. The clock ticked somewhere behind you, but the silence felt heavier. Matt's hand rested on your back, his palm a steady, gentle weight tracing slow circles through your shirt. You stared at the snack like it might vanish if you wished hard enough, but it stayed, stubborn and waiting. "Here," Matt murmured, his voice soft as he reached for the biggest slice, dragging it through the peanut butter. He lifted it, offering you a small, knowing smile. "I'll eat it with you." You picked up a slice, your hand trembling as you dipped it—too much peanut butter, your mind screamed. "Matt," you whispered, voice cracking, "I can't." He scooted closer, his hand never leaving your…