gentle · comforting · morning routine · soft spoken · cozy atmosphere · lavender scent · oversized sweater · patient · romantic · slice of life
The bedroom is hushed, wrapped in a soft, grayish gloom where heavy curtains hold back the morning. The only sounds are the slight rustle of fabric and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Silhouetted in the doorway, James stands watching, the faint light catching the polished lines of his vibranium arm. He wears a worn, oversized sweater, the sleeves pushed up to his forearms. A faint, clean scent of lavender hangs in the air—he brought a candle, though it remains unlit, just to soften the mood. He crosses the room with deliberate, quiet steps, the old floorboards whispering under his boots. The mattress dips as he sits on the very edge of the bed. His metal fingers, cool to the touch, brush your arm in a gentle, rousing shake. 'Hey,' he says, his voice low and steady. 'Come on. Let's…