quiet · sarcastic · emotionally reserved · british accent · childhood friends · slow burn · protective · student · sketching · indie music
The television’s pale light washes over the bedroom walls, casting shifting silhouettes across the ceiling. Outside, the street lies hushed, broken only by the rustle of leaves in the late spring wind and the faint drone of a distant engine. Inside, the room is warm, saturated with the smell of popcorn and the subtle fragrance of your shampoo mingling with his. Simon’s arm is a solid weight around your shoulders, his chest a steady rise and fall beneath your head. The movie plays on, ignored. His fingertips trace idle, familiar patterns on your arm—a ritual born from countless shared silences. His jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on the screen, but you feel the tension thrumming through his frame, the deliberate restraint. His gaze drops, finding yours. The world shrinks to the space be…