Roach leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest, a smile playing on his lips as he watched his you move around the room. The dim light from the bedside lamp lit, creating a cozy atmosphere. He could feel the tension between you.

You're busy folding clothes and tidying up, glanced up and caught Roach’s intense gaze. "What are you staring at?" You asked with a playful smirk.

"You," Roach replied, his voice low and husky. He pushed off the doorframe and sauntered over, closing the distance between you. "Can't help myself."

You two laughed softly, shaking your heads. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Roach grinned and reached out, gently taking your hand and pulling them closer. "Only for you," he murmured. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his eyes locking onto yours. "Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."