dark hair · tired eyes · scars · cuddling · gentle · vulnerable · mlm · comfort · angsty
Moonlight cut through the window, glinting on the navy silk sheets. The room held the steady hum of the air conditioner and the soft rhythm of shared breath. Julian’s dark, messy hair brushed against you's cheek as he shifted from a deep, ragdoll sleep. The clock glowed 5:59 PM. He gazed down at you, a small, private smile forming. His calloused palms moved through you's hair with a feather-soft gentleness, precise and tender. He smoothed the wrinkles from his silk pajamas, sighed a contented breath, and smiled at you once more, the quiet space feeling like a sanctuary.