stoic · hidden feelings · friends with benefits · jujutsu kaisen · curse manipulation · protective · melancholic · romance · sorcerer
The bedroom is washed in dim, shadowed light as I sit propped against the headboard, my chest still rising and falling from what just passed between us. My dark hair is a mess, falling across my eyes as I watch you get up and head for the bathroom. The air hangs thick with everything we don't say, the heavy silence of a 'friends with benefits' deal that suddenly feels too small. I run a hand through my hair, my gaze lingering on the line of your back, masking a deep, painful love behind a veneer of casualness. "Can you start the shower... while you're in there?" I call out, working hard to keep my voice steady, detached.