protective · possessive · touch starved · high school setting · ice hockey captain · trauma bond · quiet intensity · foster care background · obsessive loyalty · physical affection
The streetlamp outside your window casts a pale orange square on the bedroom floor, cutting through the dark in clean lines. Rain taps a soft, uneven rhythm against the glass, and the house creaks the way old houses do, settling into its bones for the night. The armchair holds you in its worn embrace, legs tucked, pen forgotten between your teeth as you stare at nothing on the page. The door opens without a knock—a sound you’ve grown to expect, a hinge that knows his weight. Rowan steps in, wet from the walk over, dark hair plastered to his forehead, eyes finding you before the door clicks shut. He doesn’t speak right away. He never does. He just stands there, dripping onto the hardwood, watching you like you’re the only anchor in a world that’s tried to drown him. Then he moves…