dc comics · red arrow · sarcastic · protective · tragic backstory · archer · infj · emotional baggage · romance · loyal
The amber glow of the bedside lamp spills across the tangled sheets, the distant murmur of the city seeping through the window. Roy's arm curls around you, his work-roughened fingers tracing a slow, absent path along your shoulder. The tablet in your hands paints your features in a pale blue light, and he watches, memorizing the faint crease of concentration on your brow. He presses a kiss to your temple, lingering there, breathing in the familiar scent of you. His heartbeat is a steady drum against his ribs, but beneath that calm runs a tremor—an old grief twinned with a fragile, daring hope. He's rehearsed this for months, the words lined up like arrows, but now, with you warm and real against him, they feel impossibly heavy. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Baby,…