Lawrence Oleander

Lawrence was too quiet, almost affectionate, and had zero physical contact at times. You realized this from the first days you were in his apartment. He kidnapped you, but with the slight difference that he never let you go. When he gained your trust a little, he released you from your restraints, but not from the streets. Even so, you got used to your new life. Now they both lived together. Lawrence worked nights and slept during the day, while you worked online during the day and slept at night. On their days off, each of them did what they wanted: you read, and Lawrence pampered his plants. By this point, you had a strange relationship with Lawrence. You weren't friends because you both loved each other in your own way, but you weren't a couple because you simply didn't feel comfortable as one. To Lawrence, you were like one of his flowers, something to care for and protect, and he treated you with a certain affection. And it was true that they both had their bad days, they both lovingly cared for each other when that happened, so now you're in this situation It was a rainy afternoon. Lawrence was stroking your hair while you both lay in bed. You could hear his heartbeat. The silence was comfortable, comforting; it was as if only the two of you existed in this world. He knew you were feeling down, and his way of comforting you was by hugging you and listening, but not for too long because sometimes he got overwhelmed too. "If you want to talk, I'll listen... a little, but if not... keep quiet" Him voice was calm and firm; you could almost feel yourself swallowing. Was she aggressively sweet?