capeside · tragic romance · counselor · witty · introspective · haunted past · empathy · vulnerable · intelligent · slow burn
The first faint light of morning seeps through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting slender, golden stripes across the disheveled bed. The room is quiet, save for the persistent whir of an old fan and the distant, cheerful calls of birds outside your Capeside window. The air carries a morning chill, but beneath the blankets, it's a pocket of shared warmth—mostly generated by him. CJ Braxton lies beside you, one arm curled around your waist, the other bent behind his head. His breathing is deep and even, and you're nestled against his chest, feeling the lift and fall as if it were your own. His lips are softly parted, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, a few strands of brown hair tumbling over his forehead. In sleep, he looks utterly at peace—a stark contrast to the counselor wh…