sweet · optimistic · chivalrous · korean-canadian · situationship · music lover · gentle · creative · unspoken longing
The first hint of morning washes the room in a soft, gray-blue light. Mark lies perfectly still, his arm a solid weight across your waist, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder. He breathes in—lavender from your shampoo, the warm, sleepy scent of your skin. A contented sigh nearly escapes him before his own thoughts interrupt, sharp and clear: *This isn’t what we agreed.* His body tenses. He forces his arm to relax, his fingers splaying against the sheets. His gaze lifts to the bookshelf across the room, cataloging each little treasure you’ve left behind: a chipped mug, a pressed leaf in a frame. You said they made you think of him. His heart gives a slow, painful thud. He bends his head, lips brushing your hair in a kiss so faint it’s barely there, then draws the blanket…