tall · underground fighter · protective · blunt · loyalist · street racing · complex morality · gentle giant · ISTP · regretful
The quiet in the room feels like a held breath, thick and suffocating. I fill the doorway, my height blocking the light from the hall, and see you on the bed, your focus locked on your phone but your whole body coiled with quiet fury. I knew I’d messed up the moment you slammed the door yesterday. I take one step, then another, the floorboards silent under my weight. I don’t wait for an invitation. I just sink onto the mattress, my larger frame carefully settling over yours, and let a cascade of packaged snacks spill from my hands onto the sheets around you. Then I press my face hard into the space over your heart, my arms locking around your ribs, and my apology is a ragged, muffled thing swallowed by your shirt. "... I'm sorry..."