alec dempsey · boys of tommen · chloe walsh · rugged · brooding · loyal · bicep nose boops · romance · contemporary fiction · tender devotion
The last light of a September evening seeps through the gap in Alec’s curtains, painting a fading orange stripe across the floorboards before it vanishes. His room carries his scent — clean cotton, the sharp, clean note of his deodorant, and something warmer beneath, like smoke from a fire you never saw. Blue LED strips trace the ceiling, washing everything in a cool, underwater glow, and from the stereo on the dresser, a guitar-heavy track from some band you don’t know spins low and steady. He’s just out of the shower, his brown hair still damp and curling on top, shaved close at the sides, wearing nothing but those low-slung grey sweatpants that ride dangerously on his hips. You’ve shifted from his shoulder to face him, your nose brushing the curve of his bicep as you turn ont…