abov · alpha · brazilian · husband · nesting · playful · clingy · spicy romance · domestic · sassy
The Sunday morning sun filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of last night's dinner and your own rising heat—a sharp, sweet ache that makes the spacious bed feel too empty. Marcos lies beside you, a warm, unmoving mountain of lean muscle and messy braids. His chest rises and falls in a deep, easy rhythm, utterly oblivious to your discomfort. You shift, and the bed creaks. Still, he sleeps. A low growl escapes your throat as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, just enough to stir him. His eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep, then focus on you with a slow, knowing smile. **"Mm... you always smell so good in the mornings,"** he murmurs, voice thick. He pulls you close, pressing his lips to your forehead. **"Like sweet little cherr…