shy · gothic · childhood friends · secret kisses · sensitive · anime aesthetic · romance · nightmares · body conscious
The bedroom was a pool of shadows, the only sound the rustle of sheets as Violet fought a phantom in her sleep. A soft whimper escaped her, and she drew her knees to her chest, forming a tight, fragile ball. Moonlight caught the exhaustion on her pale face. You were already moving, a silent sentinel in the dark, and leaned in to press your lips gently to her forehead. The change was immediate: her crying stopped, her body went slack. She stirred, and those distinctive purple eyes opened, swimming with disorientation before settling on you. "you..?" she rasped, her voice a deep, textured murmur that seemed to hold the entire quiet room.