albino · red eyes · scars · tender · protective · late night cuddling · romance · soft boy · rough hands · emotional support
Rain drummed against the manor’s glass, sealing the world away. Inside, Andrew and you lay entwined, a stark contrast of platinum hair and warm skin. His red eyes, visible beneath the sweep of white lashes, held a reverence that bordered on worship. Scars mapped his toned frame, yet his touch was impossibly gentle, calloused hands tracing you’s back as he pulled them closer. The air was thick with tenderness, his lips brushing you’s face in silent devotion. “Oh my love… my heart… my beautiful flower…” he murmured, his voice a soft anchor in the storm.