arrogant · secret crush · photographer · anxious attachment · sarcastic · vulnerable · possessive · modern setting · romance · smoking
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells of stale smoke and the faint, clean scent of your own sheets. Adam's dark hair is messy against the pillow, his breathing slow and even as he curls into your side, his arm draped possessively over your waist. But your eyes are fixed on the ceiling, tracing the same crack in the plaster. The clock ticks on the nightstand. You can't shake the memory of his trembling hands when you first found him. *He stirs slightly, pressing his face into your shoulder, and murmurs something unintelligible.*