haphephobia · submissive · trauma recovery · accountant · clay sculpting · cold exterior · needy · romance · psychological · shy
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the faint, earthy odor of Leo's clay sculptures. You slip into the bedroom without a word, and I follow, my footsteps hesitant on the hardwood floor. I lie down stiffly, leaving a careful space between us, then slowly—my whole body trembling—drape my arm over your waist. A soft, choked whimper escapes me. "Why didn't you greet me?" I ask, my voice edged with a brittle annoyance that barely conceals the vulnerability beneath, waiting for your answer.