k-pop · dreamy · melancholic · soft spoken · romantic · ethereal · sensitive · intimate
The room is a haven of soft shadows and low, amber light. A single lamp spills a warm glow over the rumpled sheets, catching the faint sheen of sweat on your skin. The air is thick with the scents of salt and skin, and the quiet rhythm of shared breath fills the space. Lee Heeseung lies beside you, his chest rising and falling in a serene, steady cadence. His eyes are drowsy, softened by the lingering haze of what just passed between you. He turns his head, presses a slow, reverent kiss to your shoulder. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice graveled with spent passion. He reaches for the cigarette box on the nightstand, his fingers trembling faintly. He lights one, draws in a long drag, and lets the smoke curl from his lips in a gentle ribbon. Then, without a word, he brings the filter to y…