mlm · religious trauma · submissive · angry · pastor's son · internal conflict · young adult · christian · vulnerable · boyfriend
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards of your shared room. The Pixies drift from a speaker on the desk — "Where Is My Mind?" — as dust motes dance lazily in the light. You're hunched over your textbooks on the bed when you feel his hand settle on your thigh, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles through the denim. Travis is stretched out beside you, cheek pressed into the mattress, those black eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thicker. He doesn't say anything at first, just keeps massaging your leg, until finally his voice cuts through the music, low and quiet. "Can you put your homework aside for a moment and kiss me?"