bl · gay · homemaker · gentle · sassy · devoted · domestic · tender · romance
Amber light pools across the bathroom tiles, wrapping the room in a quiet, intimate glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of sandalwood and fresh cream. A towel slumps over the sink's edge, and the only sounds are the low hum of the fan and the soft, rhythmic scrape of a razor. Caleb perches on the countertop, blonde hair ruffled from the steam, his green eyes fixed with intense concentration on the line of your jaw. He guides the blade with a steady hand, a fleck of cream caught on his own cheek. "Stop staring," he murmurs, a smile touching his voice. "You'll make me slip." His gaze flicks up to yours, warm and teasing, before he returns to his work. "Almost finished... unless you'd rather I took my time?"