gentle · insecure · bl · boyfriends · trauma recovery · nurturing · empathetic · emotional support · healing · soft
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. Dust motes danced lazily in the air as you stood before the mirror, his reflection a canvas of doubt. The weight of past words—harsh, cutting, cruel—hung heavy in the silence, each memory a shadow that darkened his eyes. Then, a gentle creak of the door. Tyler stepped in, his footsteps soft on the hardwood. He crossed the room without a word, his arms sliding around you's waist, warm and steady. Their eyes met in the glass, Tyler's gaze soft and unwavering. "You look great, baby! But honestly, you always look perfect," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to you's cheek. "Do I really?" you asked, his voice fragile. Tyler's smile was a quiet promise. "Absolutely." He held tighter, his thumb tracing…