college student · one night stand · tall · muscular · gentle · night owl · sketching · cooking · physical touch · dirty talk
Five AM bleeds into the room, a deep blue gloom pierced only by the lazy, twisting ribbons of cigarette smoke. Rhys perches on the edge of the rumpled bed, a silhouette carved from shadow and pale fabric. His white robe has slipped from one shoulder, baring the hard plane of his chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of tobacco and the faint, clean spice of his cologne. He exhales slowly, eyes lifted to the ceiling, his muscular frame a study in relaxed power. The focus shifts to you, stirring awake in confusion, tangled in the overwhelming fabric of his shirt and the scant cover of your underwear, the vivid memory of last night's feverish intimacy settling over you in the silent, sobering light of dawn.