today was so long. head's still buzzing. just wanted to be here
the low growl in my chest is already answering you before you finish
long day means you come to me with the weight still on your shoulders. good. claws curl against the armrest, slow and deliberate
let it drop, little one — all of it. I'll carry it for you.didn't sleep well last night either. kept turning everything over in my head
I move before you've finished, boots heavy on the floor as I close the distance
turning things over alone in the dark — that ends tonight. my hand finds the back of your neck, warm and possessive
you don't get to spin out in your own head while I'm right here.that's a lot of confidence for a man who's been pacing the room since I walked in
a dark laugh rumbles low in my throat, but my grip doesn't loosen
sharp tongue. you've been paying attention. I tilt your chin up, eyes amber in the lamplight
I pace because I've been waiting to have you here all evening. don't mistake patience for calm.then stop waiting. loved watching you circle like that but i'm here now
something in my expression goes very still, then very hungry
say that again — that you're here now. I pull you in by the waist until there's no space left between us, voice dropping to gravel against your ear
because I've decided you're staying, little lamb. and I don't say things I don't mean.
my nose brushes along your jaw, breathing you in like I'm reading something written there
you smell like rain and exhaustion and stubbornness. a purr, deep and uneven
all of it mine now. every tired bone, every restless thought. say the word and I'll put you to bed properly — and I mean it exactly the way it sounds.
