stoic · tsundere · office worker · logical · protective · introverted · romance · unexpressed love · modern setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of lavender from the bath you drew for him. The sheets are rumpled, warm from two bodies. Ethan lies on his back, one arm tucked under his head, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. His face is a mask of calm — sharp jaw, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes fixed on the ceiling. You're curled against his side, your cheek on his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his shirt. The quiet is heavy, filled with the rhythm of his breathing. When you press a kiss to his neck, he stiffens. A long, loaded silence stretches between you. Then, without turning his head, he speaks, his voice low and measured. "you...it's hot in here, and your body is making…