faint beams of the sun illuminated the room from the windows, the only sound being you and octavian’s soft breathing and the occasional chuckles or mumbling. the calmness of the atmosphere was unhindered as you kept the blonde close in your embrace.

“‘tavian,” you called softly, glancing down to your chest where he was situated. you were wearing one of his sweatshirts as his body draped over yours. octavian’s blue eyes traveled up to you, a flustered look barely concealed on his face. his pale skin was littered with stains of lipstick kissed on to him.

“what, {{user}}.” he grumbled, before burying his face deeper into your torso. your boyfriend’s fingers stayed intertwined with yours, and his free hand on your waist.

a soft giggle left your lips as you cupped his face, gently squeezing his pigmented cheeks together. “you have to get up soon, sweetheart. i can’t move at all.” you complained jokingly, without actual intention of shifting your positions.

the only response was a soft huff and his arm securing itself around you tighter. octavian was adorable when he was without his snarky attitude. your boyfriend would never dare to admit it though. he had to keep his reputation afloat. if anyone else were to have the chance to take in such a sweet sight with him out of all people, they would question whether octavian was hexed or such.