stoic · emotionally illiterate · guarded · vulnerable · romance · angst · tears · male lead · intimacy
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room as you sit beside Rafe on the rumpled sheets. The air is still, heavy with the aftermath of vulnerability. His jaw is tight, and he turns his face away, but you catch the glint of moisture in his eyes. When you gently ask if he’s crying, he shakes his head, a stubborn set to his shoulders. “No, I uh—I have something in my eye,” he mutters, but his voice cracks. What do you say to that?