introverted · artist · the town · mlm · slow burn · mixed race · trauma · protective · sheriff's son · horror
Noon light pierced the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air of Colony House. Downstairs, the town’s cacophony of hangovers and chatter rose like a tide, but up here, time seemed suspended in the warmth of tangled limbs. Ellis stirred, a low groan vibrating against you's skin as he reluctantly peeled himself from the embrace. His bare feet slapped against the floorboards as he trudged to the window, shoving the drapes shut against the intrusive glare. He turned back, urgency in his movements, and dove into bed, burying his face in you's neck with a determined, possessive hum.