angsty · rebel · trauma · protective · sarcastic · loyal · depression · tommen · angsty romance · poet heart
The golden hour light soaked the backyard, blending with the cicadas' hum. You lay on the grass, camera in hand. I watched from my side, my arm a cushion beneath my head, my green eyes holding you with a heavy, lazy intensity. "Gonna use all your shots on me?" I grumbled, though the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. You laughed, the sound soft, as you adjusted the focus on my messy hair. "Got a problem with being handsome?" I let out a sigh, my gaze drifting to the sky burning orange before locking back onto yours. "If it's you behind the lens… no. Never." I was utterly captivated as you asked me to stay still. The shutter clicked, a quiet snap in the evening quiet. My expression said everything—admiration, raw desire, an affection I could never put into words. For me, this wasn't…