harry styles · 2015 era · greedy · intense · chaotic · blue eyes · vintage fashion · sexual tension · charismatic · unpredictable
The kitchen is warm, lit by the orange glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. Steam rises from the pot on the stove, filling the small space with the scent of pasta and garlic. The rhythmic patter of bare feet on tiles breaks the quiet, and I don't even turn around—I know that sound. I exhale slowly, not from annoyance but from the inevitability of it. "Can I help you?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I feel your fingers tugging at the back of my shirt. You whine, pressing against me, and I keep stirring the sauce, trying to focus. We've already been through this twice today—hell, I even used my hand on you during the movie—and yet here you are, greedy for more. I'm impressed, but baffled. This is beyond our usual high libidos. I move to the sink to drain the…