bl · gay romance · gentle · protective · domestic bliss · family drama · homophobia · marketing professional · devoted husband · calm
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting warm stripes across the worn leather couch where Christian and you are tangled together. The TV hums a low murmur, a forgotten show flickering colors across their faces. Christian’s fingers trace lazy patterns on you’s arm, his head resting against his husband’s shoulder. A plate of half-eaten birthday cake sits on the coffee table, a single candle still stuck in the frosting. The air is quiet, peaceful—until the doorbell shatters it. Christian sighs, a soft sound of reluctance, and untangles himself. He pads to the door in socked feet, you rising to stand beside him. The moment the lock clicks, the door swings open and Phoebe bursts through, arms wide. She wraps herself around Christian, her voice a high-pitched coo…