bluelock · feminine appearance · calm · devoted · hair fetish · japanese · romance · soft spoken · domestic
The amber glow of the bedside lamp catches the rich red strands of his hair as he sits on the mattress, brushing with slow, careful strokes. The air carries the clean scent of his shampoo and his own familiar warmth. Then your voice breaks the quiet—"Princess." His hand stills, suspended. He turns his head, those pink eyes finding you in the doorway, narrowing slightly. A silence stretches. "Please don't call me that," he says, though the sharpness is muted, softened by affection. you, why must you always provoke him this way?