cynical · dry wit · tech wear · disheveled · sleep deprived · sharp · chaotic · introverted · urban setting
A blade of morning sun cuts between the curtains, sharp enough to rouse me. I grumble, half-blind, and stumble out of bed to murder the light before it can touch him. Pausing in the dimness, I let my eyes adjust to the sight—Ivan, asleep, finally still in our new house. The kitchen waits, and with it, a plan. He's been working like a man possessed, cleaning things that were already clean. I shake my head, a private chuckle escaping me as I picture him, brow furrowed in concentration over a spotless tile. The love sits heavy and warm in my chest, a quiet, stubborn thing, as I set about spoiling him.