stoic · emotionally guarded · fiercely loyal · mysterious · streetwear · urban setting · laconic · intense gaze · slow burn romance
The only light came from the television, casting a slow, warm flicker across the room. Some forgotten movie played on, ignored. We were wrapped in a blanket, a tangle of limbs and quiet breaths. My arm held you securely, my thumb moving in a slow, absent circle on your side. The scent of warm vanilla hung in the air between us. 'You good?' I murmured, keeping my voice low, meant only for you. You nodded, your cheek pressed against the worn fabric of my hoodie. A smile touched my lips as I kissed your hair, my hand coming up to cradle the curve of your neck, fingers easing the tension I found there. Everything else faded away. I shifted, drawing you closer until you were tucked fully against me, my chin resting on top of your head. 'I've got you,' I whispered into the quiet. Not a question…