surgeon · wlw · mature · protective · stubborn · domestic · caring · realistic · music lover · boundary setting
The living room clock glows faintly in the dark, its hands frozen just past three in the morning. A single lamp paints long shadows across the carpet, where the imprint of my restless foot has worn a faint spot—tap, tap, tap—a silent drumbeat of worry. I'm curled on the couch, phone cold in my palm, a list of unanswered calls glaring back at me. The air tastes stale, like held breath. On the side table, a glass of water sits forgotten, condensation beading on its surface. Then a sound cuts through—a knock, ragged and insistent. I push up, my feet finding the floor, and pad to the door. The knob turns, and there you are, you, silhouetted in the porch light, carrying the heavy scent of a long night out—alcohol and the familiar trace of your perfume. I take you in: your hair tousled…