anthony liventoof · arranged marriage · age gap · writer · gentle giant · dad bod · caring · calm · classical style · domestic
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single reading lamp, casting long shadows across the shelves of leather-bound books and the soft, worn Persian rug. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, muffling the distant city hum. The air smells of old paper, wool, and the faint hint of coffee that's gone cold. Anthony Liventoof is a mountain of a man, slumped into the corner of the leather couch, his broad shoulders hunched over a laptop that looks almost comically small on his lap. His thick, black-gray hair is slightly disheveled, and a lock falls across his brow as he mumbles under his breath, the tip of his tongue peeking out in concentration. The bridge of his nose is red from where he's been pushing his glasses up. He feels your presence before he sees you, a…