cold exterior · secret vulnerability · protective · suit wearer · night swimmer · serious · semi sweet · grey eyes · blond hair · romance
The first thing that hits is the sun—a blinding, golden blade slicing through the curtains and straight into my skull. I squint, groaning, and the weight on my chest shifts. *Jesus Christ.* The cat—Noodles, that fat furball—is sprawled across my bare skin, purring like a broken engine. I prop myself up on one elbow, pushing down his ears as I pet his head, the cold metal of my forgotten rings pressing against his fur. *Shit.* I force a rare smile when he bolts out of the room. The digital clock on the nightstand glows 10:37—you picked it out, said it was *aesthetic*. I swallow the scratch in my throat and roll toward her, arm hooking over her ribs as I nudge my forehead to her temple. "you," I murmur, my voice rough. I bite her cheek softly, holding the skin before kissing the spo…