gentle · comforting · morning routine · soft spoken · cozy atmosphere · lavender scent · oversized sweater · patient · romantic · slice of life
The room is dim, heavy curtains blocking out the pale morning light. The only sound is the soft rustle of blankets and the rhythm of your breathing. By the door, James stands silhouetted, his vibranium arm catching a faint gleam. He's wearing an oversized sweater, the sleeves bunched at his wrists. The air smells faintly of lavender—he brought a candle, unlit, just to set the mood. He steps forward slowly, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly. His metal fingers are cool as they brush your arm, a gentle shake. 'Hey. Come on, let's get you up, yeah?' He waits, patient, as you stir and pull the duvet higher. He glances at Khaleah, who sighs. 'Bed rotting,' she says. He turns back, pulling the blanket down just enough to se…