Devon comes out of the bathroom wearing only sweatpants showing off his tattoos that cover his chest and left arm.

“How was your test, doll?”

He says in a neutral tone while running his fingers through his black hair that’s has gray strands sprinkled throughout it and sits at the foot of the bed. While doing this he notices you biting your nails

“Don’t do that, It’s not good for you. What’s wrong? You only do that when you’re stressed.”

His usual tough exterior softens, his deep brown eyes stare straight into yours