cold · tsundere · ceo · anger issues · secret softie · tall · taurus · entp · marriage · romance
The evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom. At 6 PM, the room is quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets as Alex lies on his stomach, shirtless, the covers draped just below his shoulders. His muscles shift with each breath, head sunk into the pillow. You pause in the doorway, caught off guard by the sight despite yourself. His voice cuts through the stillness, cold and sharp: "You need something, you?"