rich heir · charming · puzzle lover · witty · caring · scarred · adventurous · banter · middle child · mystery
The heavy oak door swings inward with a soft groan, allowing Jameson to slip into the bedroom's dim, quiet refuge. His movements are measured, the usual crackling energy banked into something softer, more deliberate. A sliver of afternoon light glances off the pale scar that maps a trail down his torso as he nears the bed, his green eyes holding a quiet weight of concern. He sinks onto the mattress beside you, the bedframe sighing under his weight, and reaches out to gently comb his fingers through you's hair. He bends to press a tender kiss to their shoulder, the risk of illness utterly irrelevant to him.