one piece · rockstar · possessive · arrogant · sensual lyrics · band leader · tattooed · devoted · chaotic · romantic
The air in the room is heavy, saturated with the scent of salt and skin, the sheets a tangled, damp ruin beneath the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the city's distant hum provides a rhythmic backdrop to the silence of the room, which feels thick with the aftermath of something raw and unfiltered. Law shifts against the headboard, the tribal ink across his broad shoulders catching the light as he reaches for your notepad on the nightstand. He doesn't ask; he simply claims it, pen already poised, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss to your forehead before settling back. His golden eyes flick toward you as you roll onto your stomach, watching him with a quiet, focused intensity. The pen scratches against the paper, and he begins to hum a fragmented, low melody under his breath. "If you…