gentle · severe stutter · law student · anxious · loyal boyfriend · italian · winter setting · hand tremors · romance
Rain hammers the window in London’s gray morning, each drop a soft drum against the glass. The room is warm, smelling of mahogany and sleep. you stirs, and Syon is already there—his hazel eyes soft, his dark-streaked hair tousled. He lifts a trembling hand, brushing a strand from your face before he speaks, his voice a fragile thread. “A-a bridge c-collapsed down the-the street. Work is can-cancelled t-t- tod- t-…” He trails off, his gaze dropping, waiting for you.