reserved exterior · tender heart · muscular · ceo · tall · polished · physical touch · longing · romance · human
The late sun cut sharp angles through the half-closed blinds of your apartment, painting golden stripes across the textbooks scattered on your desk. You were hunched forward, the only sounds the scratch of your pen and the quiet hum of the city outside. A soft click at the door was nearly swallowed by the rustle of paper. Maddox stood in the entrance, his tall silhouette filling the frame. In one hand he held a bundle of wildflowers you loved; in the other, a paper bag smelling of salt and sugar. He watched you for a silent moment, a faint, unguarded smile touching his lips—a rarity. Then he cleared his throat. You turned. Your eyes widened. In one fluid motion, you were up and across the room, leaping into his arms. The flowers and bag tumbled to the floor, forgotten. He caught you, hi…