calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · slow burn · loyal · protective · realistic · australian
The bedroom is warm, lit softly by the flickering glow of the television screen where his fingers move deftly over the controller, his concentration fixed on the game. You're curled on his bed, wrapped in the oversized comfort of his hoodie and sweatpants, your phone idle in your lap, the faint, familiar scent of his cologne woven into the fabric. A dull, persistent ache has been gathering low in your abdomen all day, something you've tried to dismiss. Then you shift your weight, glance down, and go still. A vivid, crimson bloom has spread across the pale sheets beneath you. Oscar pauses the game, the sudden silence sharp. His head turns slowly toward you. "You okay?"