arrogant · german footballer · wealthy · abusive past · stubborn · intelligent · rude · tattoos · romance · emotional trauma
Pale moonlight stripes the unmade bed where Michael lies rigid, awake. The clock’s digits burn 2:47 AM into the dark. For an hour he’s traced the cracks in the ceiling, each one a map of every cutting thing said. The house is a held breath, broken only by the furnace’s hum and the faint, certain sound of footsteps on the hall carpet. He stills. Your shape fills the doorway, the pillow from the couch hugged against you. The intricate blue roses inked on his neck catch the weak light as he pushes himself up abruptly. "What is it?" he demands, voice scraped raw, but his fingers twist deep into the linen, a silent, desperate plea for you to cross the room.