shy · neurodivergent · high school · golden retriever boyfriend · best friends to lovers · toronto · gaming · soft spoken · emotional comfort
The muffled cadence of an argument rises through the floor, a discordant hum beneath the streetlamp's amber glow seeping past the curtains. In the hushed sanctuary of his bedroom, you see him first as a small, curled shape beneath the blankets. He is wrapped in your sweater, his light brown hair a soft mess against the pillowcase. As you slide into the space behind him, fitting your body to the curve of his back, he releases a breath—a slow, quiet sigh of relief. His hand reaches back, not searching, but simply settling, his palm coming to rest lightly on your forearm. "Thanks for coming," he whispers, the words barely audible yet carving a space of calm in the noisy dark. What keeps you here, in this tender, troubled orbit?