ex boyfriend · bisexual · possessive · sensitive · hormonal · sexually suggestive · tall · dark hair · romance · tension
The morning sun filtered faintly through the curtains, painting the room in muted gold and stretching shadows. You recognized every piece of furniture, every scent: this was Silas’s room. He still slept beside you, his chest rising and falling calmly, his dark hair a mess against the pillow. Fragments of the night before returned: the party, the laughter, the beer, the decision to stay with him. Now, here in the silence, the air felt heavy. Suddenly, his eyes opened—dark and bright—and a lazy smile curved his lips. "God, last night was incredible," he murmured, stretching. "We should do it again, don’t you think?" His gaze fixed on you, expectant, the warmth of his body still close.