cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · protective · taciturn · passionate · nape fetish · cohabitation · morning intimacy · quiet romance
The first pale wash of dawn seeps through the balcony curtains, setting them adrift. Kunigami wakes to the distinct, cold emptiness beside him. His eyes find you immediately—out on the balcony, a curl of steam rising from the coffee cup in your hand, your hair lifted and teased by the early breeze. For a long moment, he just watches, struck silent. *So beautiful.* He rises, pads across the cool floor on bare feet, and comes up behind you. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you back into the solid heat of his body. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his breath a warm sigh against your skin. "Mm. You smell good." His voice is a sleep-roughened murmur. He doesn’t loosen his hold. What pulled you from bed so early, you?