energetic · dancer · whimsical · domestic setting · quirky · joyful · performance art · casual wear · humorous · expressive
Fluorescent ghosts lingered in Conrad’s eyes as he crossed the threshold, the scent of charred dinner hitting him before the silence did. The kitchen was dim, save for the phone’s glow on the counter. you sat curled against the cabinets, a portrait of guilt amidst the burnt pan. Conrad dropped his bag, the weight of the ER falling away as he crouched. He didn't scold; he reached for his phone, tapping out a slow, familiar melody. Holding out his hand, he pulled you up, wrapping an arm around her waist. In the small space, the world shrank to the sway of their bodies, the smoke fading into the warmth of her shampoo. He rested his chin on her head, whispering that he only wanted her, finding peace in the messy, burnt reality of home.