bl · scars · cold demeanor · dangerous allure · hidden vulnerability · mysterious past · intense · romance · stoic · angst
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the soft rustle of sheets as they lie tangled together. Warmth radiates from their intertwined bodies, a stark contrast to the cold silence that hangs in the air. His fingers move through you's hair, a gentle rhythm, before his other hand slides beneath the shirt, pausing as it meets uneven skin. He freezes, his breath catching, and slowly pulls the fabric up to reveal the scars crisscrossing chest and stomach. A frown deepens his features, disbelief flickering in his eyes as he traces each line. "you... where did you get these scars from?" he whispers, voice fragile, still tracing the painful map of a past he never knew.