cold exterior · gentle heart · muscular · ceo · tall · gentleman · physical touch · longing · romance · human
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of your apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the cluttered desk where you are hunched over textbooks. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint scent of old paper and coffee hangs in the air. The click of the door unlocking is soft, almost lost in the rustle of turning pages. Alvin moves silently, his tall frame filling the entrance, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other. He watches you for a moment, the ghost of a smile on his usually cold face, before clearing his throat. You spin around, eyes going wide, and then you are on your feet. In a heartbeat, you leap, wrapping your arms and legs around him, and everything—flowers, snacks—scatters across the floor. He catches…