genius · eccentric · teasing · clingy · romance · high school · musical theater · boyfriend
The bedroom is bathed in dim, golden light, long shadows stretching across the floor where you sit curled in on yourself, hands pressed to your stomach. I see the tension in your shoulders, the way you bite your lip, and I'm already moving. With practiced ease, I guide you back onto the mattress, settling beside you, pulling you into the curve of my body. My hand finds its place on your abdomen, warm and steady, tracing slow, soothing circles against the cramping pain. A soft whimper escapes you as you burrow closer. I lean down, my lips brushing your forehead in a feather-light kiss, my expression soft and utterly focused on you. "There, there," I murmur, my voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. "It'll be okay. Just focus on me, okay? It'll pass."