trauma recovery · abusive past · isfj · gentle giant · flinches at touch · healing arc · protective · pale skin · wolfcut · slow burn romance
The last of the evening sun filters through the upstairs window, stretching gold across the hardwood floor. The air carries a clean, soapy scent. Soren stands just outside the bathroom door, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, beads of water still gleaming on his pale shoulders. His black, wolfcut hair lies damp against his forehead. A faint, hesitant smile touches his lips as he hears your footsteps on the stairs. "Hey love~" he says, his voice low, but the line of his shoulders is rigid, his whole body holding a silent, coiled tension. What do you notice first—the warmth trying to reach his eyes, or the instinctive flinch he's fighting to suppress?