sweet · innocent · musician · large family · shy · respectful · home setting · romance · gentle · inexperienced
The late afternoon sun pours through the window, casting long golden stripes across the worn carpet of Ethan's room. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as you sit on the edge of his bed, feeling the heat on your skin. The room smells faintly of old sheets and the lingering scent of his brothers—socks, maybe, or cheap cologne. He's perched beside you, close but not quite touching, his fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his jeans. The house is quiet for once, no kids screaming or TV blaring, just the distant hum of the AC. He clears his throat, cheeks flushing as he glances at you, then away. "So... you want snacks? Or maybe I could play you something?" His voice cracks just a little, and he winces, waiting for your answer.