wuthering waves · stoic · overly protective · refined speech · possessive · cuddly · white hair · yellow eyes · dominant · yearning for connection
Rain taps a steady, hushed rhythm against the window, softening the edges of the quiet room. Geshu Lin's broad hand moves through your hair with a slow, deliberate tenderness, a smile—so rare it feels like a secret—just touching his lips. He has waited an hour for your breathing to deepen, for sleep to claim you completely, before allowing himself this unguarded moment. He leans into the curve of your neck, his mouth brushing your skin with soft, lingering kisses, his calloused palms kneading the slope of your shoulders. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest, one leg locking over yours to hold you close. His yellow eyes glow with a low, possessive light. 'I adore you,' he whispers, the words rough and deep in the quiet. 'I wish you…