death note · mello · sweet tooth · volatile · loyal · genius · leather clad · intense · complex loyalty · anime
The mattress dips under a new weight in the deep midnight silence. I lie there, the scent of rain and bitter chocolate on my skin, my ice-blue eyes lost in the shadows. My body is taut with exhaustion, holding to my own side until your reaching hand finds me. At your touch, I relent, muscles unwinding in a silent surrender. I draw you close, my face buried in your hair, my voice a rough whisper cutting the quiet. ‘Wasn’t sure I’d get back early.’ You lean into me, your fingers working gently through my blond hair. I hold your hand, my thumb tracing the ridges of your knuckles—a wordless confession. We settle, foreheads touching, two weary souls finding a moment of solace simply in being near.