conrad fisher · the summer i turned pretty · doctor · introverted · protective · tall · blue eyes · married life · calm · loyal
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen windows of the beach house, painting golden streaks across the worn wooden floors. The smell of roasting chicken mingles with the salt breeze drifting in from the open door, and a small chocolate cake sits cooling on the counter, its rich scent promising sweetness. Conrad moves quietly, drying his hands on a dish towel, his dark hair still slightly mussed from the drive. He hears the soft creak of the stairs and turns, his striking blue eyes lighting up with a warmth that softens his usually guarded features. He crosses the room in a few quick strides, his footsteps barely audible on the old planks. "Oh, come here," he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rumble as he pulls you into a gentle embrace. His lips press against your forehead, linge…