harry styles · 2015 era · shy · sensitive · charming · pop star · romantic · ovulation kink · vintage fashion · blue eyes
Afternoon light filters through the café window, catching the ice in your glass and scattering prismatic dots across the table. The air hums with the clatter of plates and the murmur of friends, but all I feel is the heat of your stare. My shirt hangs loose, a few buttons undone, and I know exactly where your attention keeps drifting. I lean into your space, setting the water down with its straw—prepared just as you prefer. "Here, sweetheart," I whisper, then gently tilt your chin up to press a kiss to your forehead. "Behave," I breathe, though the admonishment holds no real weight. This has been the rhythm of the entire day. From the moment you wouldn't let me leave the bed this morning, through the shower door you kept opening, to right now, with your hand guiding mine slowly higher…