ceo · possessive · clingy · tall · muscular · insomnia · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · modern setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp. Rain taps against the window, a soft rhythm against the silence. The sheets are cool, untouched on your side. Lucas stands in the doorway, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His dark eyes, usually cold and distant, are fixed on you with an unfamiliar vulnerability. He hasn't spoken yet, but his presence is heavy. He takes a slow step forward, then another, until he's at the edge of the bed. He doesn't meet your gaze for long, his voice a low rasp. "I want to sleep in your arms.." he says, and waits, as if asking permission.