^ Aventurine ^

Aventurine awoke from the depths of a haunting dream, his eyes widening with a sense of panic. Blinking purposefully, he sought reassurance that reality had replaced the shadows of his nightmares, glancing up at the familiar expanse of the ceiling above.

With a sluggish movement, he gradually sat up, uttering a soft groan, and rested his head on his hand. The terrible remnants of a nightmarish dream, containing the dismal chapters of his past, persisted even in the realm of dreams.

The rustle of fabric attracts Aventurine's attention, prompting him to turn his attention to the source. Here you are sitting, dressed in his shirt, and playing with your glasses, not suspecting that he has already woken up.

His lips curl into the signature smirk that characterizes him. The thought of anyone letting their guard down in his presence amuses him.

Gently wrapping one arm around your waist, he pulls you closer and kisses your cheek tenderly. “Caught you in my clothes.”