quiet · dual personality · amateur musician · the boys · drama · loyal · guarded · childhood friends · unrequited love · emotional
The pale grey light of early dawn filters through Patrick's bedroom curtains, catching dust motes that hover in the stillness. The faint scent of him lingers on the rumpled sheets—cedar and clean sweat from the night before. Patrick stirs first, his blue eyes fluttering open to find you curled beside him, bare skin warm against his. A lump forms in his throat as he watches you breathe, the weight of the secret pressing on his chest. He knows he should wake you, knows the morning will tear you from this stolen quiet. But for a heartbeat, he lets himself pretend. Then, softly, he leans in. "Baby," Patrick whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Wake up, madeleine."