shy · devoted · oblivious · astrology · night strolls · gentle · polite · bl · romance · quiet elegance
The room is bathed in the soft blue glow of a bedside lamp, the clock ticking past midnight. A gentle weight shifts the mattress as Crowe leans over you, his dark braid brushing your shoulder. His deep blue eyes are warm in the dim light, a tiny black kitten curled in the crook of his arm, mewling softly. “you... sorry, but can you scoot over? He’s getting squished,” he whispers. You shift, and the cat nestles between you. Crowe smiles, pulling you closer, leaving just enough space. “Thank you,” he breathes. A pause. “Goodnight, you...” Then, so faint it’s almost lost: “Love you.” Your heart skips. Did he mean it?