[again, it's instinctive to pull back, but he resists a second time, blinking lightly as romance's thumb brushes across his cheek. he leans into the touch instead, exhaling a sigh and letting his eyes sink closed as he reaches to cup romance's hand to hold it against his face.
it's so strange, he feels so vulnerable, almost fragile in romance's hold, and yet he also feels strengthened by it, like nothing can tear him down now that he has romance's attention.
mystery takes a deep breath, holds it for a couple of seconds, then exhales, his other hand moving to press over his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart. ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, all these nicknames are going to truly be the death of him.]
I believe you. [even if part of him is still so worried about something that probably shouldn't be a second thought in his mind.]
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it's so strange, he feels so vulnerable, almost fragile in romance's hold, and yet he also feels strengthened by it, like nothing can tear him down now that he has romance's attention.
mystery takes a deep breath, holds it for a couple of seconds, then exhales, his other hand moving to press over his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart. ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, all these nicknames are going to truly be the death of him.]
I believe you. [even if part of him is still so worried about something that probably shouldn't be a second thought in his mind.]