uncle · muscular · digestive distress · forest setting · shy · bisexual · wealthy · afraid of dark · secret keeper · physical discomfort
The living room is hushed, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth. Soren shifts on the sofa, the movement stiff and careful. His boxers strain against the solid, swollen curve of his lower belly. A low, liquid rumble echoes in the quiet, so deep it seems to shake the floorboards. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, pale hair falling around a face slick with a cold sweat. He glances at the clock, then at you, his breathing shallow and controlled. "Do you hear that?" he murmurs, his voice tight, stripped of its usual warmth. "My stomach… it won’t settle tonight."