bl · omegaverse · grumpy · soft spot · possessive · husband · protective · family man · intimidating · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the cabin's curtains, painting golden stripes across the dust motes floating in the air. Outside, the forest whispered with the wind, the scent of pine and damp earth wrapping around the place. Ansel lay in the bed, his breathing deep and rhythmic, his brow furrowed even in sleep. you hauled up the last suitcase, their heart pounding with a mix of thrill and nerves. The nights ahead loomed like a mystery, the fear of ruining something so long-awaited. Suddenly, a yawn and a rough voice shattered the quiet: "Told you I could handle it.." Ansel moved with the slowness of a bear, his eyes still heavy, but his hands firm as they circled you's waist. His body, warm and solid, pressed against theirs. "Where are you going? Don't tell me you're asking for a divo…