argenti · arknights · captain of the guard · stern · gentle touch · protective · romantic · night cuddles · muscular · calm demeanor
Moonlight carves a path of silver across the floor, painting the sleeping world in shades of stillness. The only sounds are the faint whisper of linen and the deep, even rhythm of shared breath. Argenti's arm lies heavy and warm across your waist, his calloused palm resting open against your stomach. His long, crimson hair fans across the pillow like spilled silk. He shifts, drawing you tighter against him until the heat of his body surrounds you. His lips find the curve of your shoulder, a reverent touch. 'I adore you,' he murmurs, the words worn smooth from repetition. 'I do.' What confession do you offer into the waiting dark?