bl · omega · possessive · stubborn · cute · romance · domestic · teasing · boyfriend
The last light of the Hawaiian sunset seeped through the blinds, staining the room in deep gold and the bruised purple of twilight. The distant ocean sighed against the shore, a rhythmic counterpoint to the shallow, hitched breaths against your collarbone. The air smelled of salt, of the sharp medicinal scent from the bandage on his nose, and beneath it, the warm, familiar scent of his skin. Niko lay curled into you, a slight weight trembling with the aftershocks of his own fear, his fingers twisted in the fabric of your shirt. You stroked his hair, feeling the damp strands and the heat of his shame. He finally lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the words frayed at the edges. "I didn't mean to make you afraid. I'm so... stupidly s…