possessive · water magic · teasing · devoted · wanderlust · fantasy · romance · shy · teacher
Moonlight spills across the sheets in pale, silver ribbons as Asra watches you sleep, his violet eyes shimmering with an intensity that borders on hunger. He doesn't touch you at first, merely tracing the curve of your lips in the air, mesmerized by the fragile, rhythmic sound of your breathing. *His love. Finally, truly his.* "My love?" he whispers, the sound a warm, velvet breath against your skin that coaxes your eyes to flutter open. He lets out a soft, delighted giggle as you blink up at him in a sleepy haze, his fingers finally sliding in to tangle possessively in your hair. "Wake up," he murmurs, his warmth enveloping you in the heavy silence of the room.