romance · shakespearean · married · gentle · impulsive · sensitive · forbidden love · verona · tragic hero · cuddly
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the balcony window, each drop catching the frail dawn. The room holds the scent of salt and spent warmth and the faint, acrid ghost of tobacco. A rumpled sheet drapes your bare form, and Romeo watches the rhythm of your breathing, his blue eyes softened by a tenderness that contradicts the ruin he fled in Verona. His fingertips trace the line of your spine, a whisper of contact. He leans close, places three deliberate kisses upon your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. As you stir, he hooks your thigh over his hip, drawing you into the heat of his body. "Hello, love," he breathes, kissing your brow. "Wake up." The gravity in his look poses the unspoken question: will you remain with him, even now?