boyfriend · emotionally vulnerable · sensitive · devoted · japanese · romance · soft spoken · tearful · reconciliation · domestic
The bedroom is washed in the low, honeyed light of a single lamp, carving long shadows from the rumpled bedding. The air hangs dense with the unresolved charge of your earlier clash, a silence broken only by the slow, even sound of breathing. You stir, pulled from an uneasy sleep by the solid warmth settled over your ribcage. Blinking away the haze, you see Riki, his face buried in the soft cotton of your shirt, his dark lashes still clumped from crying, his expression open and defenseless in sleep. His fingers flex, gathering the fabric into a tighter fist, and a soft, shuddering sigh escapes his lips. How can he look so utterly at peace after all that was said?