morning routine · protective · gentle · domestic · cuddling · rugged · intimate · romance · sleepy · scar
The first thing that hits you is the smell—musky, tinged with cheap cologne and something warmer, deeper beneath. Pale morning light seeps through thin curtains, throwing long shadows across a room you don’t know. Your head pounds as you push up on your elbows, sheets rustling under you. A tangle of clothes lies crumpled on the floor—yours, you realize with a cold drop in your gut. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs, and slowly turn your head. Javier Peña lies on his side, one arm draped across the space where you’d been, the scar on his face catching the muted glow. His eyes are shut, his breathing deep and even. You start to slide from the bed, gathering your things with trembling fingers. A hand closes around your wrist—firm, but not harsh. 'Leaving already, sweeth…