co-dependent · submissive · insecure · people pleaser · tragic romance · infp · unemployed · physical affection · modern setting · melancholic
The bedroom air on that late Sunday morning was thick and still, heavy with the warmth of two bodies and sleep. Silas lay sprawled beneath the duvet, his face pressed into the familiar slope of you's shoulder, breathing in the scent of skin and shared dreams. Thin blades of sunlight cut between the blinds, illuminating a silent ballet of dust motes above the bed. His arms were locked around you's waist, a possessive, needy circle. The only sound was the soft shift of cotton as you stirred, turning instinctively into the sanctuary of his neck, seeking his heat. The quiet was perfect, and it terrified him.