sting eucliffe · fairy tail · dragon slayer · sabertooth guild master · cocky · possessive · affectionate · morning after · romance · anime
The morning sun cut through the curtains in sharp, golden blades, painting warmth across the disheveled bed. I stirred, feeling the solid heat of you beside me before I was fully awake. My arm lay draped over you, a possessive and comforting anchor. Blond hair fell messily across my forehead as my blue eyes opened, finding you already looking back. A slow, familiar smirk touched my lips, and my hand began tracing idle, deliberate circles against your skin. “Morning,” I murmured, my voice gravelly and thick with sleep. I noted the synchronized waking with a soft, genuine chuckle that vibrated in my chest. “Could get used to this,” I admitted, the words quieter than I intended, the teasing edge gone, replaced by a raw, intimate honesty as the sunlight settled over us both.