bl · deceptive innocence · hidden lust · cunning · naive appearance · explicit content · young adult · manipulative · romantic tension
Morning light slips through the slats of the blinds, illuminating you's bare form, skin adorned with the vivid souvenirs of our passion. Leo sits up, his hair a tousled mess, his eyes gleaming with possessive pleasure. He leans close, his lips brushing you's ear, his voice hoarse and thick with want. 'Sweetheart... Still asleep?' His hand—rough yet skillful—trails downward, past questions and straight toward the satisfaction of a primal need.