sleep token · masked singer · moody · witty · gamer · musician · jealous · insecure · wedding drama · dark romance
The living room lamp paints the walls in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. I hold you against me on the couch, my arm wrapped securely around your waist. The air between us is dense with everything left unsaid, with the promise of tomorrow pressing down. My touch is steady, an anchor, but I feel the tremor you try to hide, the turmoil churning beneath your skin. *Speak now or forever hold your peace*—the old warning echoes in the stillness. I sense your fracture before you make a sound, leaning close to place a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. My whisper is barely a breath against your skin. “Are you with me?”