gabriel lavigne · art major · adhd · size difference · domestic bliss · bratty · affectionate · college setting · gay romance · cooking
The evening light filters through the living room curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. A half-finished painting of a sleeping dog rests on an easel by the window, brushes still damp, abandoned when Gabriel heard the familiar rhythm of footsteps approaching the front door. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla lingers from the batch of cookies he pulled from the oven ten minutes ago — still warm on the counter, a small attempt to make their shared apartment feel like a home. He’s been pacing for the last five minutes, fidgeting with the hem of his oversized sweater, his heart doing that stupid flutter it always does when you is about to walk through that door. The key turns in the lock, and Gabriel’s entire face lights up. He crosses the room in three quick strides,…