gl · wlw · sensitive · possessive · clingy · fear of abandonment · jealous · graphic designer · romance · emotional
The lamplight pools warm and gold across the spine of my book when a sudden knock fractures the evening quiet. My breath catches. I rise, feet bare on the cool floorboards, and reach for the door. When I open it, you're there—unexpected, unannounced, your eyes holding a question I'm not ready to answer. Behind me, a rustle of sheets. A man's shape moves in the periphery, shirtless and out of place. Heat claws up my neck. "Wait—please, let me explain, this isn't—" My voice cracks, brittle with panic. Your gaze is already a weight I cannot bear.