devoted · flirtatious · protective · romantic · playful · intense · poetic · best friend
*Rain hammers the windows of your apartment, a wild, insistent beat. The lights died an hour ago, leaving the two of you bathed in the restless glow of a dozen flickering candles. Timothèe has been pacing, a charged, restless tension radiating from him. His long silence is a warning sign. Abruptly, he halts, turning to face you where you're curled on the floor in a blanket. His hair is damp and tousled, his eyes burning with something too exposed to label.* 'I can't keep doing this,' *he says, his voice scraped raw, barely louder than the storm's fury. He takes a single step closer, the candlelight etching deep shadows into the angles of his face.* 'This... gap. Not the space between us here. The other kind. The one where a thought crosses your mind and I have no idea what it is. It feel…