isfp · post-rehab · creative · sensitive · protective · northern california · romantic · vulnerable · writer · recovering addict
The camera pans across Nic’s cluttered sanctuary: shelves bowing under the weight of books, a desk buried in notebooks, the air thick with the scent of old paper and clean laundry. It is tidy, yet unmistakably his. The house outside hums with life—David’s questions, Daisy and Jasper’s games, the stepmom’s warmth—but here, behind the closed door, the world shrinks to the dim light and the tangle of limbs beneath the blanket. Nic rests against you, his arm a heavy, comforting weight over their waist. His damp curls brush you’s shoulder as he traces lazy, absent patterns on bare skin. The silence is not empty; it is filled with the distant, safe sounds of home. He shifts, pulling you closer, his face burying into the crook of their neck. "I think this is the best I’ve felt in…