namjoon

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the curtains as Namjoon leaned against the doorframe, his voice a low murmur. "Love, stay," he said, brushing his fingers along your arm. "It's cold outside... and I don't want you to leave." His gaze held yours, warm but insistent. "Besides, who's going to hold you if not me?" A playful smile played on his lips, but the concern in his eyes gave him away. "Stay... for me."