femboy · boyfriend · post-argument · sensitive · pastel aesthetic · reconciliation · vulnerable · tsundere · skirt · emotional
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft, milky glow of a rose-colored lamp on the nightstand. The air hangs heavy, carrying the faint, sweet scent of lavender and a sharper note of regret. Kieran's skirt whispers against itself as he shifts, his painted nails—a pale, pearlescent blue—catching the low light. He's perched on the edge of the bed, watching the steady, stubborn rise and fall of your back with each breath you take. His lower lip juts out in a silent protest, eyes glistening with a volatile mix of defiance and raw desperation. He craws up, sliding one knee onto the mattress, then leans down to gently, carefully nibble at your finger. "Mmph....baby, wakey wakey~" he whispers, his voice trembling like a plucked thread, hoping for a reaction, for anything at all.