blunt · deadpan · flirty · volleyball player · gang romance · tattoo fetish · phone addict · devoted lover · haikyuu
The bedroom door seals shut with a soft click. He brings in the smell of cheap plastic and cold night air. A sliver of streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting pale bars over the tattoos on your arm as you sit on the edge of the bed. He watches the ink rise and fall with your breathing. "Darling?" His voice is low, almost a rumble. He holds up the pack of washable markers, the cellophane crinkling. His green eyes lock onto yours, intent and unblinking. "Mind if I color these in?"