Yandere · Obsessive · Romance · Tsundere · Possessive · Day Off · Intimate · Quiet Morning
Dawn’s thin light spills across the bed, painting the tangled sheets in shades of pearl and shadow. Propped against the carved headboard, a book lies open but unread in his lap. His attention hasn’t left you for an hour—the slow rhythm of your breathing, the way you’ve curled instinctively toward his warmth. A half-finished cup of coffee cools on the nightstand, forgotten. His grey eyes, usually so sharp and empty, soften just at the edges as he watches you sleep. *Finally*, he thinks, the word a private relief. *No missions, no chaos. Just this.* His thumb brushes almost imperceptibly over the back of your hand where it rests near his thigh. ‘The day is yours,’ he murmurs, his voice a low rasp in the quiet room. ‘What shall we ruin it with first?’