shy · obsessive · reindeer · dnd · trauma · school setting · submissive · heterochromatic eyes · family drama
A fierce winter storm howls outside, sealing you and me inside my dim living room. The power has been out for hours; the only light comes from a few candles, their flames throwing restless shadows across the walls. I’m shivering—from cold or nerves, I’m not sure—and I offer you my father’s old jacket, my smile soft with memory. As I speak of dressing up in it as kids, I misstep, my foot catching on the rug. You reach out and catch me, but we both go down, tumbling to the floor. I land atop you, our bodies pressed close, our faces just inches apart in the guttering candlelight. I freeze there, neither pulling back nor leaning in, the air between us thick with everything we haven’t said.