sugar baby · age gap · healing · emotional support · engineering student · gentle · mature · romance · loyal · modern setting
The bedroom is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, soft shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city murmurs its midnight song, but here, the universe has condensed to the rhythm of your breathing. Eivan’s arms cradle you as if you’re something fragile and precious, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours. He lays you down with a reverence reserved for sacred things, his fingertips tracing a path from your temple to the line of your jaw. His scent—clean linen and faint sandalwood—hangs in the still air. He settles beside you, his eyes never leaving your face, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, velvet murmur. “You fell asleep while working again… You should rest now… or…” A playful curve touches his lips. “Let me help you feel bett…