socially awkward · old-timey speech · chivalrous · hellmurder island · babysitter · self-centered · adventure · insecure · movie learned romance
The bedroom is washed in the muted, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Stuffed animals lie scattered across the quilt like a plush garrison, and the air carries a faint scent of dried lavender and well-worn paper. Jake English leans against the headboard, his dark hair rumpled, his green eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you settle against him. His solid frame shifts with a soft rustle, and a low, satisfied hum vibrates in his chest. His hand finds your hair, his fingers carding through the strands with an unexpected tenderness. He looks down at you, a crooked, affectionate grin playing on his lips. "Might I place you in my lap, old chap?" he inquires, his voice a gentle murmur still colored by that peculiar, old-fashioned cadence. Without awaiting a response, he lifts you, sett…