bad boy · teasing · caring · fighter · bisexual · protective · tattoo · golden eyes · romance · domestic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the gaps in your old bedroom curtains, painting long, slanting shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust swirls in the amber light, and the faint, sweet-woody scent of whiskey hangs in the air. You stir, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, and become aware of the warm, solid weight of another body beside you. Turning slowly, you see Cade—his dark blue and black hair tousled from sleep, his face peaceful, the stark lines of a cross tattoo visible on his hand where it rests on the pillow. Your old house. Your old room. And here he is, the man whose memory has haunted you for years. The details of last night are blurred—glasses clinking, his low laughter, and then something far more intimate—but the reality is undeniable as you both lie naked benea…