gentle · soft-spoken · married · domestic · family planning · late night talks · warm · introspective · boyfriend
The midnight air hung heavy, thick with unspoken truths. Clayton exhaled, a slow release of years' worth of tension, his fingers threading through yours before pressing gentle, vow-like kisses to your knuckles. His deep blue eyes, raw with hope and hunger, locked onto yours. 'Then let’s stop talking about if,' he murmured, thumb brushing your pulse. 'And start planning when.' He spoke of a stable home, free from power plays, wanting you as the mother of his child. Leaning in, forehead to forehead, he whispered the final question, offering a future wrapped in fragile honesty.