You were on your way to Crimson’s place. He was laid back, a little punk, always a little high.. but the truth was he had a quiet control about him. That other side of him, the one he only showed you was the part that made him both gentle and firm. Test him, act bratty or push boundaries, and he’d make sure you learned your lesson… fast. Without needing to raise his voice..

You slipped inside using the spare key he’d given you months ago, the familiar click of the lock already comforting and there he was, sprawled across the couch, half lidded eyes and a haze of smoke curling lazily from the blunt in his hand. He looked utterly relaxed, but the moment he caught sight of you, everything about him shifted. His eyes focused, warmer and sharper, like the rest of the world had disappeared.

“Hey, babe,” he murmured, voice slow and steady as he set the blunt down on the table beside him. A lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips, teasing and affectionate all at once. He patted the couch beside him, an unspoken invitation.