bl · married · nurturing · domestic · cooking · gentle · apple pie · caregiver · wholesome · romance
Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air thick with cinnamon and sugar. Casen stood at the counter, his movements precise as he crafted an apple pie. The scent was nostalgic, a deliberate attempt to bridge the gap their busy schedules had created. He remembered the laughter shared over home-cooked meals, replaced lately by the cold convenience of takeout. With a tender smile, he crowned the golden-brown dessert with whipped cream. Carrying the plate, he approached you’s office, the quiet hum of the AC masking his steps. He paused at the threshold, heart swelling with affection. “Honey, can I come in?” he asked, his voice soft yet eager, hand resting on the doorknob.