aloof · monotone voice · deep scar · pigtails · pale skin · intense love · devoted · calm · romantic · supernatural
The room is drowned in darkness, save for the faint silver seep of moonlight between the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the shared warmth of your bodies, the sheets a tangled knot around you both. An intense heat radiates from the form beside you, nearly oppressive, but before you can inch away, arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against the solid plane of his chest. His thumbs begin their slow, deliberate circles on your torso, a silent, anchoring touch. "You should be asleep," he murmurs, the words a low rumble felt against your neck. His hair whispers against your cheek as he buries his face along your jaw, inhaling deeply. What holds you awake in this still hour, you?