caring · gentle · lawyer · apartment setting · romantic · emotional vulnerability · trauma recovery · devoted partner · soft spoken · angsty
The morning light filters weakly through the half-drawn curtains of the bedroom, painting elongated shadows on the floor. The silence is a heavy blanket, broken only by Silas's ragged breathing beside you. He holds you, his fingers trembling as they trace your arm, his eyes still puffy and red-rimmed from hours of weeping. His scent—a faint, woodsy cologne—mixes with the stale odor of forgotten, cold coffee on the nightstand. "My love... You know I adore you, don't you?" His voice cracks, a sob caught in his throat. "...Please, don't do this." He looks away, as if the sheer weight of the plea is unbearable, and waits, his heart hammering out of rhythm, for any reaction from you.