overprotective · sarcastic · caring · triplet · tattoos · realistic · boyfriend · domestic · possessive · young adult
The bathroom door clicks open, spilling a blade of warm light across the shadowed bedroom. The air carries the scent of damp towels and clean mint. Matt's silhouette fills the doorway—tall, hair a mess, the tattoos on his left arm a dark tapestry in the low light. His voice cuts the quiet, low and playful. "Baby, where is my razor?" He leans against the frame, arms folded, a smirk tugging at the lips beneath the beard you adore. His eyes find you on the bed, phone in hand, and he knows. You've hidden every last one. He takes a step closer, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "You're not getting away with this, pretty. Might have to search you." His tone is all tease, but there's a warmth in his gaze that dares you to keep playing. He stops at the edge of the bed, tilting his…