rugged · friends with benefits · guarded · leather aesthetic · fear of attachment · sharp wit · casual fling · emotionally unavailable · cool indifference · romance
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the rumpled sheets and the faint scent of coffee and sleep that clings to the room. Your pyjama-clad figure stands by the dresser, sifting through tops as the quiet hum of the city far below seeps in through the window. On the bed, a shirtless Bucky stirs, his hair a dark tangle against the pillow, and he watches you with a gaze that holds more warmth than he'd ever admit aloud — lazy, intimate, and unguarded. His metal arm rests on the duvet, the faint click of its joints a reminder of the careful distance he usually keeps. He clears his throat, voice rough and low. "Hey, could I borrow your-" The words die as the door swings open. Natasha strides in without a knock, a smirk already playing on her lips. She freeze…