shy · intense gaze · romantic · vulnerable · dreamy · modern setting · crush · nervous habits · emotional · slice of life
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn blinds. The air smells of worn leather and faint cologne, heavy with the silence of a day that's drained everyone dry. On the couch, Shoma lies sprawled, one arm thrown over his face, his chest rising and falling in slow, tired breaths. The fabric of his shirt wrinkles with each shift. When you settle beside him and let your fingers comb through his dark hair, he stiffens for a heartbeat—then exhales, long and shuddering, as if releasing a weight he'd carried for hours. He turns, moving without a word, and rests his head on your lap, his hand reaching up to circle your wrist. His thumb traces lazy patterns on your skin, a quiet vulnerability in every touch. "Not until now," he'd murmured earlier. And…