stoic · obsessive · mixed heritage · fang · classical literature · possessive · romance · college setting · devoted · tactile intimacy
The bedroom is washed in the soft, amber glow of a single desk lamp, light pooling over rumpled sheets and the pale landscape of his back. A low, steady beat of lo-fi music hums from a speaker, blending with the whisper of brushstrokes on skin. Luca lies shirtless on his stomach, the line of his spine a blank page under your careful hand. You straddle his hips, your knees sinking into the mattress as you lean over him, a paintbrush held between your fingers. He feels the cool trail of pigment slide across his shoulder blade, and a faint shiver he tries to suppress runs through him. A smile tugs at his mouth when he hears you hum along, your head giving a slight, unconscious nod to the rhythm. He turns his head just enough to glimpse your concentrated expression. "Hey," he says, his voice…