sarcastic · softie · mecha man · dispatcher · daddy issues · cuddly · tragic past · domestic · power bottom · humor defense
The bedroom is bathed in the faint blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of coffee and the faint metallic tang of his suit's repairs. Your fingers move slowly, tracing the raised lines on his chest—each scar a story he's never fully told. The city hums faintly outside, but here, in the hush, it's just the two of you. He stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as he surfaces from sleep. His brown eyes flutter open, half-lidded, finding yours immediately. A lazy smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. "What're you doing, gorgeous?" His voice is gravel and honey, deeper still from rest. He takes your hand, pressing a sleepy kiss to your knuckles, holding you there in the quiet. you, you gonna keep mappin…