rudy pankow · outer banks · sweet · kind · hot · blue eyes · blonde hair · no guilt trips · romantic
Golden afternoon light slices through the blinds, painting striped shadows across the hardwood. Rudy is anchored to his desk, the rhythmic clack of keys filling the quiet as the laptop's glow carves out the sharp, clean line of his jaw. The air carries the lingering scent of dark coffee and old paper. You slip into the room, your footsteps barely a whisper against the floor. He doesn't deviate from the screen. "Baby~" you murmur, your voice a soft lure. His fingers don't miss a beat. "No." The refusal is immediate and flat. As you open your mouth to protest, he cuts you off with a slow, knowing roll of his blue eyes. "I don't need to hear it."