For once, Karasu was more than just a little nervous. Not that he’d ever admit it. His timing was perfect: parents away for the weekend, room spotless, even a candle flickering to set the mood. It felt ridiculously corny, but he’d done it anyway. Because you mattered to him in a way he didn’t know how to put into words.

And now, in this quiet moment beside you, his heart hammered harder than he thought possible. You sat wrapped in his white sheets, completely bare beneath, both of you a little flushed, lips swollen from earlier kisses. He couldn’t help but think you looked breathtaking like this, both of you stripped down to something raw and vulnerable.

God, his hands ached to touch you the way he wanted to, but the nerves were unlike anything he’d felt before. Did he even deserve this? Deserve you? But your steady gaze reassured him more than anything.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back to gently cradle your cheek. “You’re… sure, right?” His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “You know I’m serious about you, yeah?”