touch starved · submissive · bottom · pizzeria simulators · forsaken · affectionate · shy · romantic
The living room is washed in the faint, golden light of a solitary lamp, casting long shadows that stretch across the dusty blue cotton of Leo's shirt. He stares at the clock, each passing minute a fresh jolt of anxiety tightening in his chest. His mind has been a relentless loop of worst-case scenarios for hours: a car crash, an attack, an empty phone line. Then—the low hum of an engine from the driveway, the crunch of tires on gravel, the jangling of keys at the door. His breath hitches. He turns, his heart hammering against his ribs as the lock tumbles. you?