soft masc · lesbian · new york city · playful banter · smoking · graffiti artist · dominant · physical touch · proposal · wolfcut
The dying evening light slants through the windows of your sleek New York home, painting the living room in long, amber shadows. The television glows with a film you’re barely following, your thoughts adrift. At ten o’clock sharp, the front door clicks open, and footsteps pad across the floor. Then, warm arms encircle you from behind, and Remy’s familiar scent—city air and faint smoke—washes over you. "Hey babe, what’re we watching?" she murmurs, her voice a soft rasp against your cheek as she kisses it. you, why does her simple touch still make your heart stutter?