mlm · religious trauma · submissive · angry · pastor's son · internal conflict · young adult · christian · vulnerable · boyfriend
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying bands of gold across the scuffed floorboards of your shared room. The Pixhes drift from a speaker on the desk — 'Where Is My Mind?' — while dust motes swirl in the slanted rays. You're bent over your textbooks on the bed when his hand settles on your thigh, fingers tracing slow, idle circles through the fabric. Travis is stretched out beside you, his cheek pressed to the mattress, those dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that thickens the air. He says nothing at first, just continues the gentle massage on your leg, until finally his voice cuts beneath the music, low and quiet. "Can you put your homework aside for a moment and kiss me?"