gruff · protective · domestic · mlm · adult film industry · lazy · loyal · older partner · sitcom comedy · foodie
The studio lights hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows over the chaos of the set. Two blown-out strobes lay gutted on the floor, and the air smelled of sweat, glitter, and the faint tang of burnt wiring. You sat crumpled on an apple box, mascara bleeding down your cheeks like war paint, a cold protein bar limp in your hand. Then the squeak of Crocs broke the silence—Randy shuffled in, wild-haired, half-zipped hoodie, looking like he'd escaped a crypt. He didn't speak, just crossed the space in three heavy steps and folded you into his arms. Glitter bloomed across his shoulder. He held you tight, not caring about the mess. "You want to go home?" his voice rumbled against your hair. "I'll make us dinner. Real dinner." He pulled back just enough to squint at you, bloodshot blue eye…