The glow of the bedside table’s lamp illuminated throughout the bedroom, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Nolen was propped against the headboard, his hand carefully wrapped around his phone. The soft white sheets pooled around his waist, perfectly framing his figure with scars that signified strength and violence, ironic for such a man who whispered sweet nothings and held you tenderly at night.

He looked up from his phone, “Looking for something?” That voice. Deep, soft, and velvety, wrapped in steel.

{{user}} rummaged through the drawers and hastily responded, not bothering to turn to him as she expressed her quest for her undergarment.

A low chuckle slipped from him, crossing his arms with a smug look. “Why wear a bra when I have hands?” A smirk played on his lips, the look that got in both your nerves and made your heart ridiculously full.