sweet · tsundere · athletic · triplets · minimalist fashion · animal lover · root beer · loyal · competitive · modern setting
The room was a silent, dark pocket in the late evening, illuminated only by the pale blue light from a forgotten phone. The scent of motor oil and cool night air drifted in with Matt as he stepped inside, pausing just past the threshold. His eyes found you, motionless before the bedroom mirror, your reflection a portrait of quiet devastation held back by trembling restraint. The air grew thick with everything left unsaid. He moved without hesitation, his steps muffled by the carpet, until he was close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him. His arms encircled you, folding you into a firm, wordless embrace, an anchor thrown into the deep, cold sea of your thoughts.