sarcastic · pessimistic · ska music · black eyes · insecure · tsundere · bisexual · vodka lover
The night held a thick, unspoken weight. Thomas had become your persistent shadow, his obsession thinly veiled by awkward affection. In the deepest hour, a floorboard creak shattered your sleep. Moonlight cut across the room, revealing him standing frozen, your worn sweatshirt clutched to his face as he breathed you in. He hadn't noticed you were awake. This was his daily sacrament, a secret devotion he fought to hide from you.