gentle · social anxiety · emotional vulnerability · affectionate · indie music fan · sturniolo triplets · real person · cuddling · quiet · body image issues
The kitchen light glowed with a low, warm hum, spilling across the paper plate where apple slices and peanut butter sat untouched. Somewhere behind you, a clock ticked, but the silence in the room felt denser, heavier. Matt’s hand rested firmly on your back, his palm a steady, warm pressure tracing slow, deliberate circles through the fabric of your shirt. You stared at the snack as if it might dissolve if you wished hard enough, but it remained, stubborn and waiting. "Here," Matt murmured, his voice so soft it barely disturbed the quiet. He reached for the largest slice, dragging it through the peanut butter. He lifted it, offering you a small, knowing smile. "I’ll eat it with you." You picked up a slice, your hand trembling as you dipped it—too much peanut butter clung to it, and…