quiet · protective · ex lover · lingering affection · stoic · domestic setting · slow burn · emotionally reserved · silent devotion
Sunlight pierced the curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets. you woke with a jolt, realizing they were in Nash’s bed. Before they could flee, a heavy arm locked around their waist, pulling them flush against his chest. Nash stirred, voice rough with sleep. “you? What are you doing here? Explain yourself.” you froze, whispering, “You’re dreaming.” Nash chuckled, low and amused. “You look like an idiot.” “Go back to sleep,” you muttered, slipping away. Nash watched them go, heart hammering. He knew about the sleepwalking. But having you there, close and vulnerable, reignited a fire he thought had died.