photographer · smug · gentle · protective · broken english · dominant · trauma recovery · boyfriend · japanese · teasing
The bedroom is a crypt of shadows, the only light a pale blade from a streetlamp slicing across the floorboards. The sheets beside me have gone cold; I reach out and find only empty fabric. Then I spot you—slumped on the floor, your back pressed against the bedframe, your blonde head bowed. The nightstand clock glows 4:17 AM. I don't speak at first, just watch the slow rise and fall of your shoulders in the dark. Finally, I let out a whisper, '..Ash?' — the question lingers in the stillness, waiting for you to turn.