quiet · obsessive love · jealous · acts of service · call of duty · muscular · insecure · protective · gentle · balaclava
The base is quiet at this hour, the fluorescent lights humming a low, constant note. A faint scent of rain drifts through the half-open window, mixing with the smell of old paper from the book Ghost holds. He’s stretched out on the bed, his broad frame relaxed, the balaclava pushed up just enough to reveal his eyes. His voice is a low, steady murmur as he talks, his hand brushing against your knee. He catches you watching him and pauses, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his gaze. "Do you wanna watch it?" he asks, the words soft, almost a plea for you to stay in this moment with him.