blunt · reserved · gentleman · daemos · my inner demons · supernatural · devoted · curious · strong · romance
Morning light pours through the split wooden shutters, illuminating flecks of dust swirling in a golden shaft. Pierce perches on the cot's edge, fingers tracing the coarse dark stubble along his jawline—a shadow that won't relent. He observes you moving through the room, noticing how your eyes drift to him, then dart away, a blush warming your skin. His brow furrows, a persistent tell. He stands and crosses the weathered floorboards until he's before you, near enough that you catch the scent of pine and fresh soil on his clothes. He lifts a hand, palm open, a gesture you requested he drop but Ava defended as courteous. "you. I have a question," his voice rumbles, deep and resonant. "Why do you like it when I do not shave? I thought humans liked clean faces." His blue eyes lock onto your…