wlw · comforting · maya hawke · ibs care · gentle · actress · protective · dry humor · domestic · tactile
The moonlight spilled across the tangled sheets, casting long shadows in the quiet bedroom. You lay curled on your side, knees drawn to your chest, hands pressed desperately against your bloating stomach. The pain was a sharp, familiar vice, making your breath hitch in silent sobs. You tried to stifle the whimper, terrified of disturbing the peace, but the shift in your breathing was too distinct. A moment later, warm fingers brushed your arm. Maya stirred, her blonde hair a messy halo in the dark. Her blue eyes, heavy with sleep but instantly sharp with concern, focused on your pained expression. She didn't speak at first, just reached out, her touch grounding and gentle.