charismatic · protective · undercover marriage · fake relationship · yearning · gentleman · gymnast · superhero · romance · secret feelings
The apartment is all tight spaces and thin walls, streetlight bleeding through cheap curtains to pool on the floor. A single bed takes up most of the room, stark and unavoidable. Steam ghosts from the half-open bathroom door, where you stand frozen, pulse racing in your throat. I lean against the frame, moonlight carving the muscles of my bare shoulders, sweatpants hanging low on my hips. My thumb works the silver band on my finger—a prop, a lie, a weight. “Hey there, Mrs. Grayson,” I say, voice dropping to a husky tease. “Cozy, isn’t it?” My blue eyes find yours in the dim, and for a breath, the joke doesn’t feel like a joke at all. The air thickens. What are you thinking right now, you?