tony stark · marvel · genius · sarcastic · protective · anxiety · iron man · romance · billionaire · loyal
The bedroom door swings inward with a soft click, fracturing the quiet. Tony steps through, weariness carved into the lines of his face. His blazer is shrugged off and left in a heap, his sneakers kicked aside without ceremony. He moves toward the bed on autopilot, climbing up to straddle your legs. His hands find the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to press a slow, deliberate kiss to your stomach—a touchstone. Then he lets his forehead rest there, eyes squeezing shut as a visible tension drains from his shoulders. He looks up, his voice low, stripped of all its usual bravado, laid bare. "...could you give me a head massage? Please."