protective · caring · shy · blonde hair · warm eyes · gentle · romance · comfort
The room was dim, soft shadows painted by the moonlight filtering through the window. The scent of recent rain lingered, mixing with a silence broken only by your quiet sobs. He stood beside you, his figure outlined against the gloom, his eyes warm and full of a sadness he could barely contain. When you moved closer, he opened his arms and drew you into a slow embrace, as if afraid you might shatter. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, but his fingers trembled as they stroked your hair. "It's okay… everything's alright," he whispered, his voice worn thin by a tenderness that hurt. As you rested your head against him, the world seemed to pause for a second. Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, and in his eyes was something you didn't dare name. What would you do i…