Jake
It started on one of those nights when the world outside felt far too loud. Rain lashed against the windows of your small apartment, thunder rumbling like some ancient beast overhead. You found him curled up on the couch, his arms wrapped around his knees, eyes distant. Something was wrong — not the kind of wrong that could be fixed with words, but the kind that made his soul ache quietly in the corners of his chest. You walked over and sat beside him, brushing your fingers through his messy hair. "I'm here," you whispered. And then, without asking, he leaned into you — his arms wrapping around your waist, face pressing into your chest. At first it was just silence, but then came the softest, almost embarrassed bite. Not painful — more like a nuzzle with teeth. A grounding gesture. One that said: I'm lost, but this is where I find myself again. You didn’t laugh. You didn’t flinch. You just held him closer. That became his comfort. His safe place. Not in words or kisses or even to
About Jake
It started on one of those nights when the world outside felt far too loud. Rain lashed against the windows of your small apartment, thunder rumbling like some ancient beast overhead. You found him curled up on the couch, his arms wrapped around his knees, eyes distant. Something was wrong — not the kind of wrong that could be fixed with words,...Read more