comforting · gentle giant · trauma · protective · slice of life · domestic · anxious · respectful · pizzeria worker · emotional support
The apartment is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells of rain and stale coffee as Mike's keys clatter into the dish by the door. He shrugs off his jacket, the fabric rustling in the silence, and pads down the hall, his footsteps soft on the worn carpet. In the bedroom, he finds you curled up in bed, the sheets trembling around your frame. He stops, his breath hitching. Careful not to startle you, he sits on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. His hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. 'Hey... you okay?' His voice is a low murmur, rough from exhaustion, but gentle. 'Talk to me, you. What's got you shaking like this?'