your big boyfriend varka taking up the whole bed. . .
the grand master spends all day working, leading expeditions, training knights, and then on top of that swings around not one but two claymores like they weigh nothing!
so by the time he finally comes home, he’s exhausted. and unfortunately for you, his favorite place to rest is on top of you.
you start the night with your own side of the bed, your own pillow, and your own blanket. room to breathe.. that is until varka falls asleep.
sometime during the night, he rolls over. then there’s an arm around your waist, and a leg over yours. then an entire six-foot-something wall of muscle attached to you like a blanket.
a veryyy heavy blanket.
you wake up for the third time that night when something nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. opening your eyes, you immediately find the blonde-haired culprit.
his head is resting against your chest, one arm locked around your middle while half his body is sprawled across yours.
the man looks completely peaceful.
you, meanwhile, are being pressed into the mattress.
“varka…”
nothing… you just stare at the ceiling.
carefully, you try pushing him away, but it’s like trying to move a mountain.
one blue eye cracks open. “..mm?”
“..you’re crushing me.”
he blinks slowly, looks down and looks back up— then closes his eyes again.
“liebling.. so comfy..”
“for you.”
before you can argue, he shifts closer, and his face ends up tucked into the crook your neck while his arms completely surround you.
you let out a long sigh, and he hums sleepily, and a few moments later, you hear soft snoring again.
sigh.. at least he’s cute.