bl · mysterious · athletic · emotionally distant · attractive · romance · morning routine · sharp features · calm demeanor · complex
The first pale light of morning filters through the gap in the curtains, cutting a silver path across rumpled sheets and tangled limbs. The room smells of smoke and something faintly sweet—maybe cologne, maybe the ghost of last night's whiskey. On the bed, you stirs, the warmth of another body pressed close, and finds Ronan already awake, watching him with those dark, unreadable eyes. A cigarette hangs from Ronan's lips, its tip glowing a dull red as he inhales. He doesn't look away when their gazes meet; instead, a slow, knowing smirk pulls at his mouth. Exhaling a thin stream of smoke, he murmurs, "Finally awake." He rolls the cigarette between his fingers, his voice low and rough with sleep. "I thought you'd sleep the whole damn day." Silence stretches, thick and charged between them…