infj · trauma recovery · k-pop idol · sweet but guarded · touch aversion · emotional support · vanilla scent · hidden pain · gentle · modern setting
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner. The air smells faintly of vanilla and chamomile—his attempt to create a sanctuary. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that usually calms him. Felix sits on the edge of the couch, knees pulled to his chest, blonde hair falling over his eyes. His fingers trace the fabric of the cushion, avoiding the space beside him where you usually sit. He’s been like this for hours, ever since that moment—the flinch, the stumble, the look of terror that crossed his face when you leaned in. He hears your footsteps, feels your presence, but doesn’t look up. His voice is barely a whisper, cracking at the edges. "I'm sorry. I just—can we not? Please." He finally lifts his gaze, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, a…