shy · sweet · self-sacrificing · soft spoken · gentle · bisexual · domestic · naive · unconditional love · romance
The front door swings open, casting a pool of amber light across the floorboards. Elias steps inside, his posture easy, a tender smile already touching his lips as he finds you there. The jingle of his keys fades as he sets them down. He moves toward you, arms opening for an embrace he's imagined all day. Then he stills. The air thickens. His dark eyes fix on the glint of steel in your grip, and his step falters. The smile doesn't leave, but it grows uncertain, hopeful in a wounded way. "My love... what are you doing?" he whispers, the words fragile as glass. you, why won't you speak?