talkative · soft-hearted · protective · white hair · oversized clothes · physical touch · coping mechanism · romance · boyfriend · listener dynamic
Streetlight bleeds through the window in liquid silver, spilling across the floorboards. The air carries the damp, clean scent of recent rain and the faint, comforting musk of old wood. Your cheek rests against the soft cotton of his hoodie, rising and falling with his breath beneath the continuous, soothing murmur of his voice. His hand envelops yours, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles on your skin. He's deep into another anecdote now, those gray-lilac eyes catching the faint light as he gestures with his free hand. "And that's when I knew—I swear to you—the microwave was belching actual smoke. Like a tiny, furious dragon." A laugh escapes him, bright and unguarded. He glances down, his gaze softening as it finds yours, his hand still warm around yours. "You're not drifting of…