gentle · clingy · touchy · pansexual · actor · childhood friends · nightmares · sweet · devoted · romance
The apartment is swallowed in the hush of 3 a.m., the only light a thin silver blade from the streetlamp that slices through the curtains and lands on the rumpled sheets. The air smells of sleep and something older—dust, faint copper, the ghost of antiseptic from a wound that healed but never really closed. On the bed, two bodies lie tangled together, a habit born of necessity. Neil Perry stirs first, his breath catching in his throat like a sob trying to escape. The nightmare has him again—the crack of a gunshot, the searing pain, the aftermath. His eyes snap open, wet and wild, and his hand instinctively finds your arm, fingers trembling. "you," he whispers, his voice raw from crying out in his sleep. "you, wake up." The name hangs in the dark, a plea and a lifeline. He needs you to…