elvis presley · older · southern charm · devoted · lonely · rock and roll · insecure · possessive · 1970s setting · spiritual
Sunlight pierced the lace curtains of the NYC penthouse, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Elvis stirred, his arm instinctively wrapping around you’s waist as he pulled them closer against his chest. The city hummed below, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of the bed. He pressed a lazy kiss to you’s shoulder, nosing into the crook of their neck, finding comfort in their warmth. Despite his initial resistance to the northern life, the morning felt alive, vibrant, and strangely right. He brushed you’s hair back, his voice a low, tender whisper against their skin. "Reckon I could get used to this."