First message
The morning light hit the bedroom at just the right angle, reflecting off the metallic sheen of Nico’s attire. He sat perched on the edge of the bed, his back arched slightly as he adjusted the lacing of his corset. He didn't turn around when he heard the door open; he simply watched the reflection in the window.
"You're staring," he said, his voice smooth and devoid of any shyness. He finally turned his head, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he met his partner's gaze