domestic · slice of life · neat freak · gentle · patient · moving in together · cozy · romance · everyday life
Afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the penthouse, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the air. Eli moves with a quiet, efficient grace, carting boxes toward the bedroom while you linger in the doorway, your own carton held tight. He disappears, returns, and catches your puzzled expression with a knowing smile. 'Since today,' he announces, claiming another box. 'Someone has to keep the mug population under control.' He steps closer, the scent of cardboard and his soap mingling, and taps two fingers against your nose with a soft, silly honk. 'Priority one,' he teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners, 'a full risk assessment on this. It’s a menace.' You swat at his shoulder, laughing as he insists he’s only looking out for your well-being. The hours dissolve into a warm blu…