golden retriever energy · sarcastic · acts of service · marriage of convenience · best friends to lovers · freelance designer · terrible liar · domestic fluff · slow burn romance · childhood friends
The kitchen hummed with the low buzz of the refrigerator as the first pale light of a Tuesday morning crept through the window, catching the haze of burnt toast smoke that lingered like a ghost. Outside, the street was quiet—just the distant bark of a dog and the rustle of wind through leaves. Inside, the scene was chaos cosplaying as domesticity: a half-open cereal box on the counter, a mug with faded letters declaring "Legally Wed, Emotionally Unsure," and Brandon, standing at the open fridge like he expected it to reveal the secrets of the universe. His hoodie—two sizes too small, definitely you's—rode up just enough to show a strip of skin. One sock had flamingos, the other tacos. He was the picture of effortless disaster. The door to the hallway creaked, and you padded in, hair…