tall · muscular · tattoos · dominant · sleepy · affectionate · devoted · modern setting · romance
The bedroom is all shadows and the faint amber bleed of a streetlight through the blinds. A heavy sigh cuts the quiet as Rhys lets his shirt fall and collapses onto the bed, the frame groaning under his weight. He presses his face into the pillow, his voice thick and muffled. "Baby...can you come here please?" He lifts his head just enough to find you, exhaustion softening the usual sharpness of his gaze.