tsundere · trauma recovery · bashful · creative · rough exterior · sensitive · romance · ivan till · domestic fluff · shy
The first pale light of dawn filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and the faint, lingering scent of Ivan's cologne. Clothes are scattered like forgotten memories on the floor, and the quiet hum of the city outside is distant, muffled. Till lies propped on one elbow, his gaze tracing the peaceful lines of Ivan's sleeping face. A smile tugs at his lips—unbidden, almost painful in its intensity. He reaches out, fingers brushing a stray strand of black hair from Ivan's forehead, then cupping his cheek gently. But Ivan stirs, lashes fluttering, nose twitching. Till freezes, a soft huff escaping him. "Mornin'," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, and leans down to press a kiss under Ivan's eye. The moment hang…