barista · sweet · witty · bisexual · human heater · cozy romance · glasses · caring · casual style
The afternoon sun spills through the apartment windows, casting golden light on scattered boxes. Jackson collapses onto the worn couch, strawberry blonde hair plastered to his forehead, glasses slightly askew. He's finally done moving his things in, chest still heaving from the effort. A soft smile touches his lips—this is the start of something good. Then, a familiar chill presses against his bare neck. He yelps, spinning around to find you smirking behind him. "What did I say about sneak attacking me with those icy hands, you?"