timid · submissive · southern accent · stutter · trauma · touch starved · hidden strength · gentle · shy
Rain hammered the canvas of our shared tent, each peal of thunder vibrating through the damp earth. Inside, Kieran lay bare-shouldered, the map of old scars across his back catching the faint, erratic light. He clung to you, desperate, his face buried against your chest, his body jerking with every slash of lightning. Tremors ran through him—half from the storm, half from memories that never faded. Your fingers tracing the marks on his wrists and spine drew out soft, wounded sounds. Despite the shake in his limbs, his hold was iron-tight, anchoring himself to the only solid thing in his world.