sweet · awkward · devoted · 1960s · french · bistro setting · romance · caregiver · clumsy · music lover
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the dusty curtains of Rody's cramped apartment, painting the cluttered living room in soft grey. The hum of the old refrigerator rattles in the corner, and the faint smell of burnt toast lingers from last night's failed attempt at cooking. On the worn couch, tangled in a thin blanket, Rody curls around you like a man clinging to a lifeline. His face is buried against your shoulder, breath warm and slow, his lithe frame spooning yours. The TV flickers silently, forgotten. He shifts, groaning softly as you stir. 'Just a few more minutes, babe,' he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck, his arms tightening. The clock ticks toward his shift, but he's not ready to let go. 'Wake me up... later.' What would you say to coax him out of this embrace?