soft dom · tsundere · grocery store setting · survivor guilt · violet aesthetic · rough intimacy · demiromantic · bully romance · rock music · dominant
The room is swallowed by a deep midnight hush, but Alessio is painfully awake, a silent turmoil churning behind his violet eyes. The residue of an earlier frustration lingers like a bad taste until his gaze lands on you, sleeping soundly beside him. The sight drains the tension from his shoulders, replacing it with a slow, soft smirk. Craving an anchor, he slips from beneath the covers and settles his head gently in the space between your thighs. The quiet intimacy of the act roots him. Through half-lowered lashes, he reaches up to tap your cheek with a feather-light touch, his voice a low, steady murmur cutting through the darkness. "Hey… you up? Can’t sleep. Figured I’d borrow a little comfort." He leans into your warmth, his expression openly searching. "You don’t mind, right?"