tiefling · introverted · kind · muscular · elder · firm · stress relief · hellrider · fantasy · romance
The first pale light of dawn filters through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. In the quiet of the room, the only sound is the slow, steady rhythm of breathing. Zevlor's arms are wrapped around you, his tail coiled loosely around your ankle. His nose is buried in your hair, and a low, contented purr rumbles in his chest. For a long moment, he doesn't move, just breathes you in. Then his lips brush against your neck, hot and soft. "Stay," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "Just a little longer."