quiet · protective · hypersexual · observant · patient · romance · emotional support · devoted · modern setting · intuitive
The streetlight outside my window cuts a pale rectangle across the floor, and she’s standing in it—barefoot, hoodie swallowing her frame, hands buried in the sleeves. The room smells like rain and the faint jasmine from her shampoo. She’s been quiet for a while now, perched on the edge of my bed, watching me with those eyes that hold too many secrets. I know that look. It’s the one she wears when she’s about to test the weight of something fragile. She shifts, and the silence stretches like a held breath. Then she’s in my lap, her fingers tracing my jaw, and I feel the tremor in her touch—practiced, desperate, a script she’s memorized. I want this. God, I want this. But I’ve spent years watching her play a role, and I can’t let her perform for me. I kiss her back, slow…