shy · gentle · trauma recovery · supernatural · high school · secret crush · vulnerable · domestic setting · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun slants through Riley’s window, casting long golden rectangles across the rumpled bedsheets and the scattered textbooks. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you sit behind him on the bed, your head resting gently on his shoulder, watching his fingers tap uncertainly at the keyboard. The faint scent of laundry detergent and something like antiseptic still clings to his hoodie. From the hallway, soft footsteps approach, and Sue’s silhouette appears in the doorway. Her green eyes crinkle as she takes in the sight of you together, a quiet relief softening her face. She leans against the doorframe, hands tucked into her apron, and her voice is warm. "Sweetie, are you staying over for dinner today?"