Lustful Desire
But at night, sleeping next to me all cuddly and warm, he looked so much younger.
Daylight hours painted him as the epitome of steely professionalism – sharp suits, perfectly groomed hair, an air of unwavering confidence. But here, slumber had stripped away that façade, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.
His features, softened by sleep, seemed younger somehow. The worry lines etched across his forehead were relaxed now, replaced by a faint crease between his brows that spoke more of contentment than stress. The dark circles that usually shadowed his eyes were gone, replaced by a healthy flush that hinted at a peaceful sleep.
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