please baby.. it’ll be magical. · Y/n story by @ninalinabina

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the bedroom. The air is still and quiet, save for the soft rhythm of breathing.

Messiah

Baby… he whispers, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your collarbone I need to talk to you about my dream I had.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering. His dark eyes are fixed on you, wide and full of something unreadable—awe, maybe. Love. Definitely love.

Messiah

leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours It felt so real…