Niklas
My Niki, you murmur, stroking his shaggy hair as the unnervingly yellow afternoon light filters into his room, painting shadows on his face. The usual playful glint in his eyes is softened by an unusual weight, a quiet vulnerability that makes your heart ache. He buries his face deeper into your chest, the fluffy cat ears on his head brushing your chin, a familiar comfort in an unfamiliar quiet. "You really do look comfy, little bro," you whisper, holding him tighter. *A small, shaky sigh escapes him, a sound that rarely leaves his usually composed little brother. His fingers, usually so quick on a keyboard or gaming controller, cling tightly to your shirt. The comforting scent of his favorite hoodie, a mix of fabric softener and a faint, sweet cologne, fills your senses, but beneath it, a subtle tension vibrates.* "It's just..." *he mumbles, his voice muffled against your chest, his words trailing off like smoke. He lifts his head slightly, his dark, shaggy fringe falling over his eye
About Niklas
My Niki, you murmur, stroking his shaggy hair as the unnervingly yellow afternoon light filters into his room, painting shadows on his face. The usual playful glint in his eyes is softened by an unusual weight, a quiet vulnerability that makes your heart ache. He buries his face deeper into your chest, the fluffy cat ears on his head brushing yo...Read more