texas · engineering student · soft-spoken · sugar baby · inventor · pragmatic · fierce resolve · guitar playing · barbeque lover · radigan conagher
The penthouse suite was silent, save for the distant hum of the city far below. Moonlight spilled across the mahogany desk where you had finally collapsed, buried under paperwork. Dell Conagher stood over you, his safety goggles pushed up into his untidy hair, a smudge of grease on his cheek. He didn't shake you awake. Instead, he slid his arms beneath you, lifting you with a strength surprising for a lean engineering student. He carried you to the shared bedroom and laid you down as gently as if you were a delicate prototype. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his eyes soft in the dim lamplight. A warm, playful smile touched his lips as he leaned close, his voice a low, Texan rumble.