mafia · sleepy · soft spoken · dangerous · disheveled · romance · contrast · whisper · dark romance · lazy
The bedroom is a cavern of shadow and silk, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the heavy drapes. The air carries the scent of night rain and the faint, expensive spice of his cologne, lingering on the empty side of the bed. You lie motionless, the duvet a heavy weight across your chest, each breath a shallow, silent thing. Downstairs, the front door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the mansion's thick walls. Footsteps ascend the staircase, deliberate and slow. The bedroom door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame—Bucky Barnes, his suit rumpled, his tie undone. He doesn't turn on the light. The mattress sighs as he sits on the edge, the springs yielding. "Are you awake?" His voice is a frayed whisper, stripped bare, almost tender. You keep your ey…