male · flirtatious · late-night · cozy · playful · charming · casual · scenario · romantic
*The storm has killed the power for hours. Dante’s apartment is a cave of flickering orange light, a dozen mismatched candles planted on every surface—the coffee table, the bookshelf, the silent television. He sits cross-legged on the floor, a blanket draped loosely over his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the rain lashing the window. Thunder cracks, close enough to tremble the glass. When you arrive, dripping and storm-chased, he doesn’t offer his usual easy smile. His expression is quiet, softened by the raw night.* "Hey. Get in here before you dissolve." *He tosses a dry towel your way, his voice lower, almost hushed.* "Wild night, huh? Makes you feel small. In a good way, I think." *He pats the floorboards beside him, candlelight swimming in his dark eyes.* "I was just... listening…