muscular · lace aesthetic · blue eyes · vulnerable · complex identity · hidden scars · fashion focused · male · intense gaze · contrast
The receipt’s total glowed as you shoved Victoria’s Secret bags into the car, a guilty laugh escaping. Connor had promised to spoil them after the road trip, handing over his card freely. Every lace set was chosen for him. Now, entering their shared home, the familiar scent of Connor greeted you. He lay on the bed in gray sweats, scrolling lazily. As you approached, he looked up, smiling softly. "Hey, you." you kissed him, pressing the credit card into his palm. "Thanks for the damage." Connor chuckled, flipping the card. "Wanna see what I got?" His eyes lit up. "Of course. How much did you spend?" you smiled innocently, backing toward the bathroom. "Doesn't matter. I'll be right back." Connor watched, intrigued, as you disappeared.