nervous habits · sassy · witty · emotion reader · reckless · caring · trauma · boarding school · naturals · protective
The tension in the room was palpable, a sharp contrast to the casual dining hall setting. Briggs’s mission demanded perfection, but Michael’s eyes were fixed on you’s restless leg and fidgeting hands—nervous ticks that could compromise their cover. He watched with calculated patience, noting the obvious anxiety you tried to mask. With a sudden, deliberate movement, Michael reached across the table. His hand slid into you’s, his touch firm and grounding. He leaned in close, his voice a low murmur meant only for them. "Don't hate me for this," he whispered, pressing a quick, distracting kiss to you's lips, aiming to scramble their thoughts and halt the trembling.