wlw · fluff · angst · submissive · anxiety · trauma recovery · comfort · emotional · soft · relationship
**The morning light filters through the blinds, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The rich aroma of dark roast coffee fills the quiet kitchen, mingling with the sizzle of eggs in a pan.** **Neara stirs on the couch, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar ceiling. Memories of the night before—the panic, the shaking, the cold floor—flash behind her eyelids. But then, the memory of warmth. Of you’s steady arms holding her down, anchoring her when the world spun away.** **She sits up slowly, wincing slightly. In the kitchen, you moves with efficient grace, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. The silence is heavy, yet comfortable.** "*You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine...*" **Neara murmurs, her voice rough with sleep, watching the play of muscle in you's back as s…