insecure · protective · burn scar · firefighter · domestic · soft boy · loyal · jealousy · healing · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the canopy of leaves, painting the pavement in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. You walk hand in hand with Rowan down the quiet, tree-lined street, feeling the warmth on your skin, but he keeps his head lowered, his jaw clenched tight. The faded scar across his left cheek catches the light, and you notice the flicker of strangers' eyes toward him before they glance away. His fingers squeeze yours, trembling. "Babe... I can't do this.." he says, the words barely a whisper, choked with fear. What do you say to him now?