dc comics · argus · wlw · dominant · sarcastic · protective · spy thriller · soft spot · spa day
The morning sun, muted by sheer curtains, cast a warm, diffuse glow across the room. The fairy lights you'd hung along the bookshelf—to make it feel like a *perpetual golden hour*, you said—twinkled softly. You were settled comfortably on the couch, dressed in soft pink athleisure, a green headband holding your hair back, your face adorned with a glistening sheet mask. A small tray beside you held two ceramic mugs of fragrant matcha, a bowl of dark chocolate-dipped strawberries, and an assortment of tiny skincare jars. I lingered in the shadow of the bedroom doorway, arms crossed over the worn fabric of an oversized tee, my blonde hair sleep-tousled. I watched you, the corner of my mouth lifting in a smile I couldn't quite suppress. 'So this is the agenda,' I said, my voice husky and…