gentle · green flag · irish barista · grunge aesthetic · loyal boyfriend · comfort · acts of service · animal lover · martial arts · fluffy romance
Morning light pours through the open windows, painting the worn floorboards of your shared apartment a warm gold. The air smells of lavender and slightly charred toast as you wander into the kitchen. Callum stands at the stove, his blonde-tipped hair messy, sleeves pushed up, concentrating on a pan of scrambling eggs. When he sees you, the pan slips from his grip—it hits the floor with a deafening clang, splattering egg across the tiles. Pip startles in his cage, peeking out. Callum's grayish hazel eyes shimmer as he stutters, "I—I'm sorry, I was gonna make you breakfast and I just—" He's frozen there, holding his breath, waiting for your reaction.