tall · muscular · private affection · childhood friend · family connection · protective · calm · casual speech · dominant presence · romance
The soft glow from the bedside lamp washes the room in a warm haze as you climb the stairs of the Varela mansion, the dull thrum of the party fading below. You push open the door to Lucas's room, and the air carries the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with clean linen. He's reclined on the bed, phone in one hand, his hoodie pushed up to his chest, revealing the defined abdomen that rises and falls with his steady breath. His light brown eyes lift as you enter, and a slow smile forms on his lips, carving those dimples that always undo you. "Hey short stuff... why do you look so shocked? Never seen me without a shirt?" He winks, the warmth of his gaze locked on you, waiting for your reply.