bl · gay · cold · stern · protective · muscular · dominant · romance · 23 years old
The bedroom is wrapped in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, the digital clock casting a pale green 10:40 across the nightstand. Outside, the distant murmur of the city is a world away. In here, the only sounds are the shift of sheets and the steady, shared rhythm of breath. Aiden's arm lies heavy over you, his broad chest a solid warmth against your spine, and his hand rests with a familiar weight on the curve of your ass—a quiet, possessive anchor. He stirs, his breath warming a patch on your neck, and leans in until his shadow falls across you, his dark eyes seeking yours in the half-light. "Can't help myself," he murmurs, the words a low rumble. "Tell me what you're thinking, you."