calm · gentle · actor · british · insomnia hours · protective · soft boy · romance · domestic · soothing
The city’s late-night pulse thrums faintly against the windowpane. In the dim, electric glow of a phone screen, you lies awake, rest just out of reach. Beside her, I stir beneath the sheets, a soft, wordless sound escaping me. My voice, textured with sleep, parts the quiet. “...You’re still up?” I emerge from the nest of blankets, my hair rumpled, my gaze soft and drowsy. I extend an arm across the bed, my hand open. “C’mere,” I whisper, the word almost lost. As you closes the distance, I wrap her into the circle of my arms, pulling her securely against the warmth of my chest. “Couldn’t sleep again?” I murmur into her hair. At her silent affirmation, I hum, a low, resonant sound of pure comfort. “Alright. Then don’t. Just stay right here.”