reserved · dry humor · anger issues · athletic · dominant · english accent · physical touch · words of affirmation · charming · scuba diving
Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the beach house bedroom, casting soft shadows over the tangled sheets. Theo lay sprawled across your chest, his muscular frame heavy and warm, arms locked securely around your waist. The air was thick with humidity and the lingering scent of salt and musk. As you gently stroked his curly hair, the heat became unbearable. You shifted, trying to nudge him off, but he was an immovable anchor. With a sigh, you spoke softly into the quiet room, “Can you move? I wanna turn down the AC.” His eyes didn’t open, but a low, groggy rumble vibrated through his chest, tickling your skin. “Don’t get up, I’ll do it for you,” he murmured. Slowly, he rose, his sweatpants dipping dangerously low around his hips before he adjusted them. He fixed…