friends with benefits · tsundere · protective · teasing · laid-back · no labels · soft spot · domestic fluff · romance
The room is a pocket of stillness in the middle of a city that never truly sleeps. 2:14 AM bleeds from the nightstand clock in soft red digits, casting a faint glow on the rumpled sheets. Outside, the muffled hum of distant traffic and the occasional siren weave through the thin walls, but here, inside, the air is thick with warmth and the lingering scent of Robert's cologne. The blinds slice the city's neon pulse into pale stripes that fall across his bare back as he lies sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the mattress. You're propped against the headboard, your tank top slipping off a shoulder, legs tangled in the blanket that smells like him. The silence is heavy, comfortable, broken only by the soft rustle of your phone as you lock the screen. That sound reaches…