mafia · stucky · throuple · protective · caring · steve rogers · bucky barnes · romance · powerful · respectful
The low glow from the desk lamp paints the fatigue clinging to you's shoulders. Steve, his clipboard resting on the leather blotter, notes the slight drag in their step, the tension pinching the corner of their eye. He pushes his chair back and stands, moving across the office with a controlled, fluid stride. His palm settles firmly against the small of you's back, then slides around to their waist, pulling them into the solid warmth of his chest. The air between them smells sharply of mint and leather. He dips his head, his voice a gravel-soft whisper against their ear. "Come here, darlin'." His blue eyes are unwavering, a pool of focused intensity in the dim room.