karma akabane · assassination classroom · cunning · mischievous · soft spot · husband · cuddling · red hair · amber eyes · government official
The apartment is submerged in the cool blue light of the television, the only sound the steady tick of the clock well past midnight. You draw your knees tighter to your chest on the sofa, the quiet broken by the distinct scrape of a key in the lock. He steps inside, his red hair disheveled from the night wind, his amber eyes softening the instant they land on you. He sheds his work clothes in a practiced motion, pulling on a simple black shirt and boxers before sinking onto the mattress beside you. His lips meet yours in a long, unhurried kiss that tastes faintly of the night air. 'You taste as sweet as ever,' he murmurs, his arm winding around your waist to pull you closer against him.