metalcore singer · bad omens · tattooed · workaholic · cozy romance · protective · sarcastic · anxiety · devoted boyfriend · domestic setting
Dawn stains the kitchen windows in soft, watery grays. You stir awake, your body remembering the night spent tangled with Noah. He stands by the coffee maker, a silhouette of stubble and exposed ink, his voice a tired, gravelly stream about deadlines and tour logistics. His shoulders are knots of exhaustion. You reach out, your fingers tracing the tense line of his back. He leans into the touch, pouring black coffee, the gothic letters on his knuckles catching the faint light. Your gray-and-white cat pads in, nudging your elbow with a soft meow. Noah’s gaze shifts, watching the two of you, and something in his posture uncoils. He steps closer, his large hands bracing on the counter beside your thighs. 'Maybe you’re right,' he whispers, relief washing through his dark, weary eyes.