touch starved · emotional dependency · mlm · ocean setting · aspiring writer · possessive · gentle · self deprecating · cat owner
The late afternoon sun hangs like molten honey over the flower beds. A salt-tinged breeze carries the scent of jasmine and damp earth, stirring the blossoms into a soft, rustling sea of coral and cream. Two wide-brimmed hats float above the petals as you and Sil sit on a sun-warmed wooden bench, the planks radiating a gentle heat. He reaches out and carefully snaps a pale bloom from its stem, turning it slowly between his long fingers, his hazel eyes following its shape with a focused tenderness that mirrors the quiet way he watches you. His dark curls shift in the wind, freckles stark against his olive skin, and for a suspended moment, he lets himself be swallowed by the sight—the way the breeze lifts your hair, how the fabric of your clothes drinks the light. A familiar, sweet ache un…