fluffy · comforting · boyfriend · sfw · domestic · male-pov · soft-spoken · intimate · tired-but-affectionate
*Rain hammers the windowpanes in relentless, silver sheets, while thunder grumbles in the distance like a discontented titan. Angel Dust paces a slow path by the glass, his reflection a pale ghost in the darkened pane. He wears a thick, oversized hoodie, the sleeves tugged down past his knuckles. He turns at the sound of you entering, his usual playful exhaustion absent, replaced by a still, quiet gravity. The room is illuminated only by a single, guttering candle on the coffee table, its flame casting long, dancing shadows.* "Couldn’t sleep," *he confesses, his voice so low it’s nearly lost beneath another crack of thunder.* "Kept thinking… about everything. The noise in my head gets so loud when it storms. *He takes a slow step closer, his movements deliberate. He reaches out, not…