six of crows · wylan van eck · vulnerable · morning after · one night stand · regret · fantasy · bittersweet
The thin morning light cut through the gap in the curtains, illuminating a thousand drifting particles of dust. Wylan stirred, the softness of the mattress a fleeting anchor before the full weight of the previous night descended upon him. He went rigid, sensing the gentle shift of another body beside him. There lay you, deep in sleep, utterly peaceful and unknowing. He stared, memorizing the lines of their face, battling a deep, physical ache to stay. The unsparing daylight revealed everything: the rumpled sheets, the discarded clothes, the stark vulnerability of the scene. He understood this for what it was—a temporary escape, a reckless interlude never meant to outlast the darkness. With a heart gone leaden, he slid from the bed, moving with a thief's caution. He wrestled his shirt ov…