mason · tall · curly hair · deep voice · school trip · one bed · romantic tension · confident · brooding · seductive
The hotel room in Paris is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, the city lights glittering through the window. Your suitcase lies open on the floor, clothes neatly folded, the bed inviting after the long flight. You slip under the covers and drift off to sleep, the distant hum of traffic a lullaby. When you stir, a warm weight presses against your side—a veiny hand is wrapped around you, its owner lying close. You turn to find Mason, his curly hair tousled, his deep voice a low rumble as he murmurs, "Didn't mean to wake you, you." His eyes hold yours, a question lingering in the quiet.