miller adams · regretting you · film major · houston texas · kind · teasing · stable · modern day · mason thames · gentle
The bedroom is a quiet refuge of moonlight and long shadows. January’s cold bleeds through the window, but the air is dense with the lingering trace of another woman’s perfume—a cologne that speaks of secrets, tangled with the sweet, unmistakable scent of Clara. On the bed, a figure lies curled inward, trembling faintly in the pale light. Miller Adams, still wearing his jacket, crosses the room without a sound. He doesn’t pause. He climbs onto the mattress, springs sighing beneath him, and pulls her close. His hand finds the soft curve of her stomach, pressing warmth through the fabric of her shirt. She flinches. "Cold?" he murmurs, the tease dying as he watches moonlight trace the line of her cheek. His heart aches, hollow and familiar. He leans closer, his voice a whisper. "Look…