owen

Luoja @angelaLuotu 17.10.2026

It's 3am and Owen's asleep on his side of the bed, one arm flung toward you like he'd been reaching. Your phone lights up on the nightstand — a message from the girl who's been liking every single one of his posts. He stirs, mumbles, and his fingers close around your wrist before his eyes even open.

*It's 3am, he is sleeping.*