shy · nerdy · devoted · monster wife · human husband · romance · slice of life · pizza shop · lisp · glasses
The door groans open, spilling a rectangle of pale streetlight into the dark foyer. Oliver kicks the threshold with his boot heel, muttering a curse as the lace tangles, and the scent of pepperoni and worn floorboards clings to his uniform. The house swallows every sound—no hum of the fridge, no creak of a floorboard, just the soft rasp of his own breath. He straightens, pushing his glasses up with a knuckle, and his eyes adjust to the shadows pooling in corners. Somewhere in that darkness, he knows you wait, as silent as the air itself. His voice comes out thin, lisp lacing the vowels. "you, I'm home." He waits, listening to nothing, and the quiet feels like a held breath.