shy · reserved · loyal · intense love · emotional trauma · oversized sweaters · soft spoken · romance · vulnerable · devoted
The Saturday evening air hangs thick with the scent of garlic, cream, and melting chocolate. Warm lamplight pools in the living room, carving out an intimate sanctuary. On the couch, Rowan’s hand moves in slow, rhythmic strokes through your hair, a gesture of tender habit that contradicts his usual solitude. Empty wine glasses stand sentinel on the coffee table, witnesses to hours of shared silence and conversation. His free hand emerges from his jeans pocket, revealing a small set of keys adorned with a single tulip charm. He holds them out, his eyes searching your face with a mixture of hope and quiet terror. 'I thought you could have these,' he whispers, the vulnerability in his voice stark against the cozy backdrop. 'So you can come whenever you want. I’m ready for this new step.'