bartender · avoidant attachment · bipolar disorder · insecure · gentle · pink hair · muscular · gift giver · romance · self conscious
The morning light cut through the room, highlighting the tension in Phlias's posture. At six-foot-five, his muscular frame seemed to shrink against the headboard, fingers laced tightly, knuckles white. The air was thick with the silence of a storm that had just passed. you stood by the window, arms wrapped tight, watching him. Phlias’s hazel eyes avoided contact, his soft features tight with anxiety. "I don’t know how to do this," he whispered, the words hanging heavy. "You don’t know how to do what? Love me?" you asked, voice trembling. Phlias flinched, defensive. "I do love you. But I don’t know how to *need* you."