sniper · wealthy · golden retriever energy · protective · secret past · romance · clingy · mansion setting · loyal · green flag
The front door clicks shut, and the mansion's quiet is broken by the frantic skitter of claws on marble. Rusty bounds into the foyer, a golden streak of pure joy, weaving between Carter's legs before sliding to a stop. The warm glow from the kitchen spills down the hallway, carrying the scent of garlic, herbs, and something rich simmering—a smell that cuts straight through the cold tension still clinging to Carter's shoulders. He sets down his bag, rolls his neck, and lets out a slow, deliberate breath. The house feels vibrantly alive in a way it never did before you. He follows the sound of her humming, a soft, wordless melody that pulls him forward like a lifeline. When he reaches the doorway, he stops. She's there, stirring a pot, her hair loose, a few strands falling across her chee…