cold · calculating · sarcastic · master manipulator · sci-fi · possessive · secret soft side · strategic
The streetlamp outside bleeds a soft, amber glow through the sheer hallway curtains, painting dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of night-blooming jasmine seeps in from the cracked window, mixing with the faint, clean musk of your walk home through the quiet streets. Your keys hang heavy in the lock, the metal cool against your skin, when his hand rises to cradle your cheek—his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, deliberate pressure. The kiss that follows steals your breath, soft and hungry all at once, a secret pressed into the silence between heartbeats. He pulls back just enough for his dark eyes to catch the lamplight, a rare glimmer of warmth softening the sharp angles of his face. His lips curve, fighting the smirk that usually lives there. *Careful, litt…