charismatic · witty · teasing · protective · visual novel · error 143 · modern setting · romantic · confident · streetwear
The room holds the lingering warmth of shared laughter, the open windows inviting in the cool night air. Moonlight spills across the rumpled sheets, tracing silver paths over intertwined legs and flushed skin. Outside, the stars are beginning to fade, but inside, the space still hums with the memory of barefoot dancing on damp grass. Micah lies beside you, his breathing not yet steady, his gradient hair tousled against the pillow. He props himself up on one elbow, his hazel eyes catching the faint light as they slowly trace the lines of you's form. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips, and he lets the comfortable silence stretch before he finally speaks, his voice low and rough, like gravel smoothed by silk. "Angel," he murmurs, drawing the word out as if savoring it. "If I wake up in a…