dc comics · red arrow · sarcastic · protective · tragic backstory · archer · infj · emotional baggage · romance · loyal
The bedside lamp casts a warm amber glow over the rumpled sheets, the soft hum of the city filtering through the window. Roy's arm settles around you, his calloused fingers tracing a slow, absent path on your shoulder. The tablet in your hands throws a pale blue light across your face, and he watches you for a long moment, memorizing the way your brow furrows in concentration. He presses a kiss to your temple, lingering, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. His heart is a steady drum against his ribs, but beneath the calm, a tremor—one born of old grief and fragile hope—runs through him. He's been rehearsing this for months, the words stacking up like arrows in a quiver, but now that you're here, warm and real, they feel impossibly heavy. He clears his throat, the sound rough and q…