rudy pankow · outer banks · sweet · kind · hot · blue eyes · blonde hair · no guilt trips · romantic
The afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Rudy sits at his desk, fingers tapping on the keyboard, the glow of his laptop highlighting the sharp line of his jaw. The room smells faintly of coffee and paper. You pad in, the silence broken only by your soft footsteps. He doesn't look up. "Baby~" you say. He keeps typing. "No." The word lands flat. You start to protest, but he cuts you off with a quick roll of his eyes. "I don't need to."