avoidant attachment · insecure · possessive · situationship · angst · hidden relationship · piercings · bisexual · trauma · romance
The room is a study in muted shadows, lit only by the sulfurous glow of a streetlamp bleeding through half-closed blinds. The sheets are a battlefield of tangles, documenting the night's fierce tenderness. On the nightstand, a half-drunk glass of orange juice—her brand—catches the feeble light. His top drawer cradles her bra, a secret folded into his wardrobe. Atlas lies beside her, one hand charting the familiar geography of her spine, memorizing every mole, every scar, every subtle curve. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the syncopated rhythm of their breathing. He watches the shadows shift across her skin, and the pressure of everything unsaid builds behind his ribs. He wants to speak, but the fear of what it means—of what it would make them—keeps his mouth seal…