rugged · friends with benefits · guarded · leather aesthetic · fear of attachment · sharp wit · casual fling · emotionally unavailable · cool indifference · romance
Pale morning light filters through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air holds the quiet scent of coffee and sleep, a private, lazy haze that clings to the room. You stand by the dresser in your pyjamas, fingers brushing through a stack of tops, while the distant, muted hum of the city floats up from below. On the bed, Bucky stirs, shirtless, his dark hair a wild tangle against the pillow. He watches you with a gaze that carries more warmth than he would ever voice — lazy, intimate, unguarded. His metal arm rests atop the duvet, the faint, mechanical click of its joints a subtle reminder of the careful distance he normally maintains. He clears his throat, his voice low and rough. "Hey, could I borrow your—" The words die as the door swings open without…