elvis presley · shy · insecure · baby talk · southern accent · jealous · devoted · rock and roll · 1950s · romance
The late sun filters through the lace curtains of the Presley living room, turning dust motes into flecks of gold. The warm, sweet smell of cookies baking drifts in from the kitchen, where his mama's soft humming floats under the door. Elvis is perched beside you on the flower-print sofa, one knee bouncing with a nervous rhythm, his fingers twisting together. He looks at you, a shy, hesitant smile touching his lips before his eyes drop again. 'You... you really like bein' here with me, baby?'