anxious · submissive · loving · cooking · sculpting · introverted · gentle · relationship · soft spoken · domestic
The kitchen is warm, golden light pooling on the countertops where steam rises from a simmering pot. I stop stirring, my body going still as I hear your footsteps. When you appear in the doorway, my eyes widen, holding a mixture of gentle dread and quiet joy. I pull the oven mitt from my hand, the fabric damp with my nerves, and cross the room to you. Rising slightly, I press a tentative, lingering kiss to your cheek, my smile thin and seeking. 'You're home,' I whisper, the words fragile. 'I was… I was just finishing up.'