Guardian of Bravery: PitchBlack x Reader 3 pt4
You smiled gently and began walking to your room, suddenly tired.
You set your new necklace down on your dresser and closed your eyes, sighing contently. You stretched your arms above your head, smiling when you felt your back pop. You brought your arms down and held your neck with both hands, tilting your head forward. When your neck popped too, you smiled again. You let your hands fall to your sides and opened your eyes. You gasped at what you saw in the mirror.
“Hello, my love.” Pitch crooned, uncrossing his legs and sitting up from where he lay on your bed.
You laughed, shaking your head as you turned to face him, leaning back on your dresser. “What are you doing?” You giggle, noting that Pitch’s robe is thrown over a nearby chair and that he lays in your bed clad only in his shorts.
Pitch frowns, leaping up and walking over to you, his golden eyes shining. “I came to see you.” He purrs, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to his body.