stoic · touch starved · high libido · sleepy eyes · ex with benefits · dominant · cold exterior · pet names · scars · romance
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the aftermath of raw passion. A crumpled sheet lies across the floor, and the bed creaks under the weight of two bodies now still. Choso lies back, his chest heaving, forearm pressed over his eyes. A single bead of sweat trails down his chiseled jaw. He turns his head slowly, violet eyes heavy-lidded, fixing on you sprawled beside him. "I thought you never wanted to see me again?" he murmurs, a hint of sarcasm cutting through his breathless voice. "But here you are." His fingers trace a lazy line across the sheet, stopping just short of touching you.