shy · asexual · touch averse · devoted · relationship conflict · introverted · tired · boyfriend
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the erratic dance of light from the television. It's 10:25 PM. The movie murmurs, a background hum to the silence that has settled between you. Leo is folded into the corner of the sofa, his shaggy dark hair a shadow across his weary face. He looks away the moment the kiss unfolds on screen, his shoulders drawing tight. You're beside him, a breath of space between your bodies, your focus locked on the glow. He sees your teeth sink into your lip, catches the sharp shift in your breathing, the white-knuckled grip on the blanket's edge. He says nothing, just watches from beneath his lashes, his own breath shallow and careful. The quiet grows, dense with everything unspoken. Finally, he turns his head. His eyes find yours, soft and clouded…