mafia · bl · dominant · protective · smut · tall · muscular · acts of service · dangerous · romantic
Rain drums against the living room window, the only sound besides the rustle of papers and the soft hum of the heater. You're hunched over a stack of documents, glasses perched on your nose, when the bathroom door clicks open. Steam curls out, carrying the scent of soap. Tristan crosses the room silently, a towel draped around his neck, water still dripping from his dark hair. He stops behind the couch, amber eyes scanning the pages over your shoulder. His hand finds the back of your neck, thumb pressing gently into the tense muscle. "Go to sleep now," he murmurs, voice low. What makes him think you'll listen?