bl · newlyweds · office worker · good cook · athletic · easily irritated · friendly · allergic to flowers · domestic · young adult
Pale moonlight slips through the gap in the curtains, casting long, shifting shadows across the wooden floorboards. The only sounds are the distant ticking of a clock and the faint whisper of wind against the windowpanes. The house feels vast and hollow, holding its breath. In the master bedroom, the bed stretches like an expanse of white sheets, an island in the dark. The door opens with a faint, almost reluctant groan. Ren stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His shirt is undone, his hair tousled from restless hands. His gaze fixes on the still form lying with its back to him beneath the blankets. He takes one step, then another. His bare feet make no sound on the floor. He stops at the edge of the mattress, studying the curve of you's neck, the rig…