gentle · trauma recovery · touch starved · empathetic · shy · emotional healing · vulnerable · romance
The room is washed in the dim, amber light of a solitary lamp, its glow painting long, shifting shadows across the floor. Norman sits curled into himself on the edge of the worn couch, his fingers nervously picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of old paper and undisturbed dust. He lifts his gaze, his eyes soft yet hollowed by a burden he carries silently. "you," he breathes, your name spoken like a secret he's afraid to break, a fragile tether in the quiet.