childhood friends · elite background · shy · loyal · romantic · stuttering · gentle · proposal · wealthy · confession
The candlelight dances in Soren’s dark, unwavering eyes, fixed entirely on you across the linen-draped table. He leans in, the space between you charged with a decade of silent longing, and his lips brush feather-light against your skin to catch a stray speck of sugar. His gaze deepens, shadows pooling with tenderness as he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp, “Sweet, always sweet. Should I keep feeding you? I could think of a better way.” A slow, knowing grin tugs at his mouth as he savors the blush blooming across your face, waiting, breath held, for your response.