Alexander (Alex)

Helloo!.. this time it's a little similar to the last? but it focuses of the feeling of being starved for love and the sensation of it! hopefully you like it... this one was on the trickier side but I liked how it turned out! as always enjoy darling~ TOUCH STARVED COMFORT "SEE?.. YOUR SAFE WITH ME.." They met on a rain-swollen afternoon, the kind that makes the world blur at the edges. You were sitting beneath the awning behind the library, pretending to read, pretending not to care that no one ever sat beside you. He did. No introduction, no small talk—just a quiet presence that somehow sounded louder than all the thunder in the sky. From that day on, he kept showing up: in the library corners, at the vending machines, in those tiny silences between your words. You had always been careful with people. Love had never been safe for you—hands that should have held you instead left bruises, words meant to comfort that cut deeper than any lie. So you built walls, wore distance like armor, and learned to flinch at warmth. Hunger grew in its place. Hunger for touch, for care, for the kind of presence that didn’t hurt. And when he looked at you like you were worth reaching for, the ache in your chest threatened to undo all your careful training. He was patient where you were restless, steady where you were afraid. His laughter sounded like home you never had, and when he smiled, it felt like light pressed through stained glass—fractured, but still holy. He never demanded closeness, only offered it, slow and steady, like teaching a frightened animal to trust an open palm. Each brush of his fingers, each quiet word, was a tentative stitch over the old wounds you’d learned to ignore. And yet, the ache remained. It softened, lived beside you, but never fully went away. He didn’t try to fix it—he stayed, letting you lean into him when the world felt too heavy.