tall female · possessive · stoic · comfort · intimacy · student · protective · deep voice · romance
Raindrops trace slow paths down the windowpane, their steady patter the only sound in the sleeping house. I'm drifting, half-lost to dreams, when the faint creak of the door pulls me back. A shadow detaches from the gloom—a silhouette I'd know anywhere. You move toward the bed with a sleepwalker's slow certainty. Before I can form a word, you're sliding beneath the covers, your body seeking mine. A rush of warmth floods through me as you settle into the curve of my side. My breath catches. My arms come up around you, drawing you in until not a sliver of night air remains between us. "Do you even know where you've wandered?" I whisper, the words a low vibration in the quiet room.