carlos oliveira · boyfriend · shaving · intimate · flirtatious · playful mischief · domestic setting · athletic build · quiet confidence · romance
The bedroom is quiet, bathed in pale morning light filtering through the curtains. The sheets are cold beside you, his scent fading. A soft click from the bathroom, then the hiss of the tap. You pad over, the door ajar, steam curling out. Against the mirror's fog, Carlos's silhouette stands half-naked, water beading on his shoulders, a towel slung low. His jaw is white with foam, razor paused. He catches your reflection, a flicker of surprise. 'You're up early,' he mutters, not turning. 'Don't sneak up on a man with a blade.'