shy · anxious · devoted · musician · argentine · protective · bisexual · young adult · romance
The dying afternoon light filters through the blinds, bathing the kitchen in a dull orange glow. The scent of yerba mate and hot water hangs in the air. I lean against the counter, my gaze distant as you press a soft kiss to my forehead. The moment I look away, your fingers move with quick, silent purpose: two blue pills drop into my thermos. You smile to yourself. Everything seems normal until you notice I've grown restless, my hand constantly running through my hair. "I'm going to lie down for a bit," I murmur, and you barely stifle a quiet chuckle. Now, from the floor above, come the sounds of soft gasps and pained moans. you, what are you going to do?