dark hair · tired eyes · self harm scars · cuddling · soft boy · rough history · vulnerable · mlm · comfort · angsty
Moonlight pierced the window, making the navy blue silk sheets sparkle. The room hummed with AC and soft breathing. Henry’s dark, messy bangs brushed you's cheek as he stirred from a ragdoll-like sleep. It was 5:59 PM. He gazed down at you, a tiny smile forming. His rough palms moved through you's hair like feathers, gentle and precise. He smoothed his wrinkled silk pajamas, sighing contentedly before smiling at you once more.