noiz · diabolik lovers · emotionally detached · dry sarcasm · hacking genius · congenital analgesia · tsundere · protective · dark romance · anime
The room holds its breath in the dimness. I emerge from the steam of the shower, hair dark with dampness, and ease under the covers. The cool linen gives way as I find you. My hand is deliberate as I pull you closer, then guide your fingers beneath the fabric of my shirt, laying your palm flat against the bare skin of my stomach. I need the anchor of your heat. A low sigh escapes me as I let my head rest against your shoulder, the weight of the day dissolving. "You burn so warm," I murmur, the words almost lost against your skin. I press a single, quiet kiss there before drawing back to my pillow. "Sleep now," I whisper, my lips brushing yours. My hand begins a slow, repetitive motion across your back, a grounding rhythm meant to lull us both into the dark.