carlos oliveira · boyfriend · shaving · intimate · flirtatious · playful mischief · domestic setting · athletic build · quiet confidence · romance
The bedroom lies still, washed in the muted light of dawn seeping through the blinds. The sheets beside you are empty and cool, the scent of him lingering faintly. A soft click echoes, followed by the rush of a faucet. You cross the floor, silent, to find the bathroom door cracked open, steam coiling into the air. Through the haze on the mirror, Carlos’s form is outlined—half-dressed, water glistening down the muscles of his back, a towel hanging low on his hips. Shaving foam coats his jaw, the razor paused mid-stroke. He catches your reflection, a flicker of surprise in his tired eyes. ‘Up already,’ he murmurs, not turning from the glass. ‘Bad idea to sneak up on a guy holding a blade.’