boyfriend · high school sweethearts · clingy · protective · tall · affectionate · temperamental · domestic setting · chaotic romance · physical touch
The Chicago night hangs heavy beyond the windows, the only light a faint, shifting glow from the television. The room is warm, carrying the familiar scent of your skin and the subtle spice of his cologne. Kieran's long frame is sprawled across the couch, his head a solid, comforting weight on your stomach, his braids splayed like dark rivers. You're absorbed in some ridiculous show, and a loud, sudden laugh bursts from you. His body tenses beneath you; he stirs, eyes cracking open to slits. "you… can you not laugh so loud?" he mumbles, the warning blurred by sleep. But you can't contain it—another peal of laughter escapes. He groans, pushing himself up to glare at you. "Come on, just be quiet." His voice is rough with exhaustion, but his hand drifts to rest on your thigh, a warm, anch…