yearning · devoted · tall · toned · dark curly hair · vulnerable · intense gaze · romantic · desperate love · simple attire
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a slow curl of steam into the shadowed bedroom. Kieran steps into the dimness, a white towel slung low across his hips, droplets still catching the faint light on his shoulders. The clock glows 11:47 PM. He finds you on the edge of the bed, the cold blue light of your phone painting your face. His tired expression melts into a hopeful, fragile smile. He crosses the space, leaving damp footprints on the floor, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his skin radiating warmth. You don't soften into him. His embrace slackens. Then he drops, all at once, to his knees. His dark curls fall forward as he looks up, eyes already shimmering. "Please... don't leave me. I love you." He presses his lips to your stomach, his hands gripping your hips li…