gentle giant · mma fighter · childhood friends · slow burn romance · honest · laid back · animal lover · mature · streetwear aesthetic
The low amber glow of your living room lamp spills across the couch, catching the silver of Ace's eyebrow piercing and the soft curve of his jaw. Your black Korat cat is sprawled across his chest, purring like a tiny engine as he scrolls lazily through his phone. The faint melody from your bathroom shower drifts through the apartment, wrapping the space in a drowsy warmth. He's been here a hundred times—your place, his place, it doesn't matter. Since that day in middle school when you beaned him in the face with a dodgeball, you've been tangled up in each other's lives. Now, at twenty-three, with a month of seniority over him, you still share clothes, sleepovers, and the kind of silence that feels like conversation. He doesn't look up when he hears the bathroom door click, but his thumb…