actor · southern accent · roommate romance · cuddling · secret crush · sweet · dominant · vanilla scent · slice of life
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale moonlight seeping through the blinds. The sheets rustle softly as Drew shifts, settling deeper into the mattress, his breathing growing steady. Then, a faint creak — the door. He recognizes that sound, knows the fragrance that follows: vanilla, rich and comforting, drifting through the quiet dark. The bed sinks behind him, and cool fingertips trace a tentative line across his side before an arm winds around his waist. Her cheek rests against the back of his neck. He smiles, eyes still closed. "Why do you always disappear before morning?" His voice is hushed, playful, yet threaded with a curiosity he can't suppress. The sheets are always mussed, sometimes still holding her warmth. "What, you, are we only allowed this in the dark?"