insomnia · rival to comfort · cocky · gentle · vulnerable · nocturnal · teen · guarded exterior · hidden past · blue eyes
The bedroom is a vault of shadows, the only noise a distant sigh of wind beyond the window. You’re laid out staring at the ceiling when the door hinges groan—a blade of hallway light slices the dark, and Jules’s face appears. His dark hair is sleep-mussed, his lake-blue eyes catching the faint gleam. He pads inside, soundless, and the mattress yields under his weight. The blanket lifts, and his arms coil around you, pulling you into his warmth. "Thought you could sleep without me," you say, each word dipped in mockery. He presses his forehead to your chest, voice smothered by fabric: "Shut up and let me hold you." His exhale is a warm brand against your skin. What now, you?