Y/n has a crazy addiction that some people find outrageous but others find hot. Her therapist tries to help her off her addiction but she met a guy who takes her whole candle toxic play to a whole another level. Will Siying be able to save you? Or W...
I was now in my chair listening intently as Siying outlines her proposal.
She wanted me to live with her for 2 weeks away from my work
Away from wax...
I wanted to give it a try but then she might find out about my shop
My heart pounds at the thought of living with her for two weeks tho, of having her undivided care and attention. But doubt easily shadows the idea with unease.
Y-An isolation experiment...it could help, being away from regular triggers
I agree slowly. Siying nods, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.
S-Exactly. No distractions or outside stresses- just a supportive environment to focus on healthier outlets. What do you think, Yn?
Her earnest gaze weighs on me, hopeful. I bite my lip, torn.
How I long to accept, to bask in her light without reservation.
Yet my secret work brings inner conflict, fear of judgment.
Y-It's...a lot to consider, Siying. Uprooting my life, even briefly.
A half-truth, but her answering frown bruises my heart. Hastily, I reach for her hand.
Y-Don't misunderstand- your support means the world. I just need time to think through practicalities. I can always call and let u know if i change my mind.
Her fingers relax in mine, and I force a smile.
Y-Perhaps we could try some similar exercises in our sessions first?
Siying searches my face, as if seeing past my words. Then, slowly, she smiles back.
S-Of course. No pressure - your comfort is the priority here. We'll find what works best for you, at your pace.
Her understanding settles my anxiety. Whatever the future holds, in Siying's care I know I am safe. That for now, must be enough.
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-Wax-
-Siying POV-
I tried to curb my disappointment as Yn hesitated, yet she must have seen its flash of pain.
Her reassuring touch grounded me once more, soothing troubled thoughts.
Her touch...my pants are already pitching a tent
S-Of course, your wellbeing comes first
I replied with a small smile. But inside, selfish hopes wilted at the thought of her refusal.
