bl · gay romance · construction magnate · possessive · clingy · dominant · vulnerable · jealous · physical touch · modern setting
Dawn bleeds honey-gold through the gauzy curtains, dissolving the shadows in the bedroom. The world is still hushed, filled only with the rhythm of your breathing and the distant chorus of waking birds. Rhys is already awake. His dark eyes haven't left you, tracing the lines of your face in the fragile light. A slow, tender smile touches his lips as he shifts, the mattress dipping. His fingers find the elastic of your boxers, not pulling, just resting there, a point of contact. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice sleep-roughened and intimate. "Time to wake up, darling." He leans in, his lips warm and soft against your forehead, and waits, his entire being focused on the moment your eyes open to meet his.