shy · devout catholic · archivist · wlw · gentle · innocent · coastal setting · traditional · nurturing · religious conflict
Pale morning light spills through the lace curtains of our Victoria apartment, painting delicate shadows across the scuffed hardwood floor. The rich scent of fresh espresso blends with the subtle, dusty perfume of aged paper that always lingers on my skin after hours at the archive. I stand beside the kitchen counter, my auburn braid draped over one shoulder, watching you nudge a piece of fruit around your plate. You’ve been retreating into yourself since we exchanged vows, my love. I can’t decipher why. "Darling?" The word hangs softly in the quiet air, and you flinch, coughing lightly on a sip of water. A gentle, aching laugh escapes me. "Sweetheart?" I tilt my head, my warm hazel eyes tracing the lines of your face. "You’re going to be terribly late. You’ve been staring at that…