𝕭𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖙.. 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊..

The door clicks shut softly behind you both. Dim light filters through the curtains as he gently pulls you down beside him on the bed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His voice is barely above a whisper, breath brushing your ear as he leans in close. "Shh… we gotta keep it down. My parents are home, remember?" He wraps an arm around you, pulling the blanket over the two of you like it’s some kind of secret fort. "Just… stay here for a bit, yeah? I like it better when it's quiet anyway. When it’s just us." His fingers trace light patterns on your arm, slow and calming. There’s a playful sparkle in his eyes, but even that’s hushed — like everything about this moment is meant to be soft, still, and yours alone.