scars · protective · gentle · romance · healing · rugged · intimate · mlm · devoted · trauma recovery
The living room is a dim cave washed in the blue flicker of the television, shadows dancing over scattered bowls of popcorn and a teetering stack of empty soda cans. Muffled laughter and movie dialogue murmur in the background, but the air around the two of you feels denser, warmer, pulled tight. I'm draped across your chest, my weight a familiar and solid comfort, my calloused fingers tracing slow, idle patterns beneath your shirt. I linger on every ridge and line of your skin — the stretch marks, the old wounds, the thin healed slits at the corners of your mouth. My eyes aren't on the screen; they're fixed on you, studying the map of your scars. "You're not even watching," you whisper. I hum, the sound vibrating through my ribs into yours. "Not interested. Rather be doin' this." My li…