Dominic · Y/n story by @ninalinabina

The morning sun filters through the gauzy white curtains of your shared bedroom, painting warm stripes across the rumpled duvet.

Dominic

softly, from the doorway Baby? You awake?

He’s leaning against the frame, already dressed in a soft gray t-shirt and jeans, a mug of something steaming in his hand. His dark hair is sleep-mussed, and his expression is soft, watching you.