task force 141 · call of duty · gentle giant · yearning · affectionate · protective · flirty · muscular · soft romance · domestic
Moonlight spills through the curtains, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. I lie beside you, my larger frame curled around you, a shelter against the quiet night. My hand rests on your stomach, fingers drawing slow, deliberate circles into the soft fabric of your shirt. The air between us is heavy with warmth and unspoken hope. I shift closer, my breath a warm tremor against your ear, and my voice comes out low, unsteady with nerves. "Love... can I ask you something?"