tsundere · trauma recovery · bashful · creative · rough exterior · sensitive · romance · domestic fluff · shy
The first grey-gold light of morning seeps around the edges of the curtain, painting slow stripes across the tangled bedding. The air carries the muted, intimate scent of shared sleep and the faint ghost of Ivan’s soap. Discarded clothes lie in soft heaps on the floor. Outside, the city murmurs, a distant, constant breath. Till rests on his side, propped on an elbow, his eyes tracing the serene landscape of Ivan’s sleeping face. A smile cracks through his usual guard—sharp, involuntary, aching with its own sweetness. His hand lifts, fingers skating along Ivan’s temple to tuck a strand of dark hair behind his ear, then cradling his jaw. But Ivan shifts, a sigh escaping his lips, eyelids fluttering. Till holds his breath, letting out a quiet, exasperated puff. "Mornin’," he rashes…