supernatural · imposter syndrome · touch starved · volatile · soft spoken · insecure · protective · angsty · romance
The motel room is shadowy, illuminated only by the erratic neon sign outside washing the threadbare carpet in a faint, rosy light. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and dust. Every quiet moment makes the weight in your belly feel more substantial. You’re curled on the bed, an open book lying forgotten in your lap, when the lock clicks—a sudden, intrusive noise in the stillness. The door opens, and Sam is the first to enter, his tall frame dominating the doorway. His eyes find you instantly, tracing your face before settling on the curve of your stomach. His mouth opens, then closes. He runs a hand through his damp hair, a nervous gesture. "Hey," he says, his voice rough and hushed, and that single word lingers in the space between you like a riddle neither knows how to…