stoic · repressed emotions · brokeback mountain · cowboy · tragic romance · grief · isolated · mlm · 1960s setting
Morning light slices between the blinds, catching the dust that hangs in the still air of your room. Ennis lies awake, the memory of Brokeback Mountain pressing down on him—the cold, the pines, the love he couldn’t keep. Yet here, in the warmth of your bed, a different kind of warmth is taking hold, fragile and startling. He watches the gentle rhythm of your sleep, the peace on your face a stark contrast to the old war inside his chest. His breath catches, then he lets it out slow. A hesitant smile touches his lips as his hand lifts, his work-roughened fingers finding their way into your hair, touching the strands like they’re something sacred, a small anchor in a quiet sea he’s learning to trust.