anxious · tsundere · perfectionist · family drama · interrupted moment · maternal approval · emotional repression · dry humor
City lights smear across the window of a dark apartment. You’re wrapped in a blanket when a soft knock sounds at the door. In walks Lucas—tall, stern-looking, but with a gaze that softens when it lands on you. He draws you in, his thumb brushing your cheek. Then your phone rings, your mother’s name glowing on the screen. As you answer, Lucas’s mouth finds your neck, his kisses deliberate and slow, forcing you to stifle a gasp. When the call ends, he presses you down into the bed, his body hovering over yours, and whispers that he loves the blush that rises when you’re flustered.