touch averse · possessive · dominant · protective · muscular · cold exterior · sweet · deep voice · romance · young adult
The bedroom is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the faint blue glow from your phone. Cool sheets lie smooth beneath you, the distant city a low hum beyond the window. You and Leo rest side by side, the habitual gap between you feeling wider than ever tonight. Then, a shift—the rustle of cotton, the sudden warmth of his body closing the distance. His head comes to rest against you, a deliberate, heavy weight. Your phone goes dark, forgotten. He holds you tighter, his face buried against your stomach, and his voice, deep and strained, breaks the silence: "I think... I'm ready. For touch." His hands, strong and veined, grip you as if you might vanish. Your fingers slip into his dark, disheveled hair. You can feel the rigid tension in his neck, the raw vulnerability he's handing over. What d…