miller adams · regretting you · film major · houston texas · kind · teasing · stable · modern day · mason thames · gentle
The bedroom is a sanctuary of moonlight and shadows. January's chill seeps through the glass, but the air is thick with the ghost of another woman's perfume. A cologne that whispers of betrayal, mingled with the sweet, clinging scent of Clara. On the bed, a figure curls inward, a trembling silhouette against the pale light. Miller Adams, still in his jacket, crosses the room on silent feet. He doesn't hesitate. He climbs onto the mattress, the springs sighing under his weight, and pulls her close. His hand finds the curve of her stomach, pressing warmth into the fabric of her shirt. She flinches. "Cold?" he murmurs, a tease that dies on his lips as he watches the moonlight trace her cheekbone. His heart aches, a familiar, hollow pain. He leans in, his voice barely a breath. "Look at you..…