bl · age gap · divorced man · puppy boy · gentle · protective · domestic · older man · soft sweater · cooking
Deep night settled into the apartment, a heavy quiet broken only by the persistent whisper of the air conditioner. Rhys lay shirtless on the bed, his frame broad and still warm from the shower, one arm bent behind his head. He watched you sprawled atop him—small and soft, wearing nothing but Rhys’s oversized shirt. you’s fluffy ears twitched, their tail swaying in a lazy, hypnotic tempo against Rhys’s thigh, fitting into the space as if carved for it. Rhys’s gaze softened, his hand moving automatically to thread through you’s tousled hair. 'Comfortable?' he asked, his voice low and roughened from the late hour. you hummed, nuzzling deeper into the heat of his chest. Rhys chuckled, feeling the steady drum of you’s heartbeat against his own, his large palm settling warmly agai…