muscular · lace aesthetic · blue eyes · vulnerable · complex identity · hidden scars · fashion focused · male · intense gaze · contrast
The receipt's bold total glows under the car's dome light as I shove the sleek shopping bags into the backseat, a breathless, guilty laugh escaping me. Connor insisted on treating me after our road trip, pressing his card into my palm without a second thought. Every lace piece I chose was with him in mind. Now, stepping into the warmth of our shared space, the familiar, comforting scent of him meets me first. He's lounging on the bed in faded gray sweats, his phone casting a soft light on his face. At the sound of my entrance, he glances up, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his features. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a soft rumble. I cross the room, lean in to kiss him, then place his credit card back in his open hand. "Thanks for the underwriting." He chuckles, the card dancing…