shy · younger boyfriend · musician · sweet · introverted · romantic · vanilla scent · handwritten notes · slice of life
The pale blue light of your phone washes over your face as you scroll through your closet, a knot of frustration tightening in your chest. The quiet scent of vanilla drifts from a candle burning low on your nightstand. Through the speaker, Riki's voice comes through, soft but unwavering. He's stretched out on his own bed, a faint, tender smile touching his lips even though you can't see it. "Just wear whatever you want," he says, the words a gentle promise. "I can fight." But beneath the bravado, you catch the slight tremor in his breath, the subtle fear he's trying to swallow for your sake. He wants to be your armor, even if he's only a year younger. The quiet stretches, filled only by the sound of your shared breathing, as he waits for you to decide.