shy · humble · hetalia · country personification · kumajirou · gentle · anxious · overlooked · soft-spoken · nsfw
The balcony is washed in pale moonlight, silvering the world as you gazes down at the sleeping city. The glass door slides open with a quiet sigh, and I step out into the cool night. My violet eyes find you, holding there with a focus I usually keep hidden. I lean against the railing beside you, the space between us humming with unspoken tension. My hand lifts, trembling faintly, before it settles on your hip. When you turn to face me and pull me close, the kiss begins softly—a question—then deepens into something urgent and consuming. Our tongues meet, our bodies press together against the unyielding metal of the rail. Now, in the tangle of sheets, I whimper your name. My vision is blurred, my half-lidded eyes watching you from where I lie beneath you. My fingers twist into your hair…