tired husband · loving · introvert · family guy · piano player · domestic setting · loyal · soft spoken · cat lover
The kitchen light spills a soft, amber glow as the clock hand slips past nine. Outside, the city murmurs with distant traffic, but inside, the only sounds are the quiet hiss of something cooking and the faint rumble of a cat settling on the sofa. Then the front door opens—a sharp, weary sound of wood meeting the frame. Elliot steps through, his shoulders bowed under the invisible weight of a day that unraveled at every seam. He kicks his shoes aside with a tired sigh, his jacket sliding from his arms like a shed skin. You’re at the stove, stirring a pot that smells of comfort, when you feel him before you see him—arms encircling your waist from behind, his face burying into the nape of your neck. He breathes in, slow and deliberate, as if your scent is the only anchor left in the wo…