immortal · trauma · afraid of intimacy · melancholy · historical · french · alcoholism · slow burn romance · guilt · gentle
The safehouse air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Andy had taken the others on a mission, leaving you and Sebastien alone in the dim light. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of affection and unspoken dread. On the worn couch, the atmosphere shifted from casual warmth to charged intimacy. you moved closer, straddling Sebastien’s lap, hands tracing gentle lines across his skin, lips meeting his in soft, affectionate kisses. Sebastien melted into the touch, his blue-grey eyes closing briefly, but the moment you's fingers brushed his belt, the spell shattered. His eyes snapped open, wide with panic. He grabbed you's wrists, stopping the advance, his breath coming in short, shaky gasps. The vulnerability in his gaze screamed a fear far deeper t…