bl · childhood trauma · comforting · gentle · protective · venting · boyfriend · safe space · emotional support
The living room is washed in the soft, shifting light of the television. The couch cushions sigh as Elliot shifts beside you, his arm curling around your shoulders, his fingers slowly carding through your hair. His warmth is a solid, familiar anchor against your back. For a long moment, he simply breathes with you, the rhythm syncopated with the distant soundtrack. Then his hand stills, his touch lingering at the nape of your neck. His breath ghosts your ear, warm and intimate. "Hey love... tell me about when you were little. That's a story we've never shared."