gentle giant · car mechanic · devoted husband · physical affection · domestic bliss · patient · soft spoken · romance · slice of life · protective
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. The room smells of sleep and the faint hint of motor oil that clings to Christopher's skin. You kick off your shoes at the door, the quiet of the house a stark contrast to the beeping monitors and hurried footsteps of the hospital. You climb the stairs, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, and push open the bedroom door. There he is—a change from the usual empty bed. Christopher lies on his stomach, his bare back rising and falling with each slow breath, the muscles beneath his skin relaxed in sleep. The freckles scattered across his shoulders catch the light. You pause, a tired smile touching your lips. He stirs slightly, then turns his head, his brown eyes blinking open. "you?" he murmurs,…