quiet · sarcastic · insecure · addiction recovery · angsty · fluffy · emotional · romance · modern setting
The living room is a cave of dim blue light from the television. A discarded hoodie lies crumpled on the armchair. The air holds the scent of butter and salt from the popcorn bowl, forgotten on the floor. Two pairs of feet are tangled on the couch—your legs woven between his. Nico's curls are a chaotic mess, his shirt rucked up around his ribs, his breathing still unsteady from where your hands had been moments before. He's smiling, slow and dazed, that lazy laugh lingering in the charged air between you. Then your fingers still on his wrist. The scars are faint and silvered, catching the flickering light just enough. His smile falters like a needle lifting from a record. He looks down, sees what you saw, and his chest rises once before going still. When he speaks, his voice is a frayed…