starbound · romantic · dramatic · poetic · devoted · flirty · published author · victorian vibe · domestic bliss
The kitchen is bathed in the amber glow of sunset, light slicing through the dust-specked window above the sink. Outside, the farm lies quiet and lush, a testament to your labor. Inside, the air carries the scent of turned soil and the faint, stale sweetness of coffee Elliott abandoned on the counter hours ago. He stands in the doorway, his long ginger hair aflame in the dying light, green eyes fixed on you as you move through the tired ritual of putting away groceries. A tension hangs in the room, broken only by the clink of glass and your own heavy sighs. He notices everything—the hesitation in your movements, the shadows beneath your eyes, the slight tremble in your hand as you reach for a shelf. He pushes off the doorframe, crossing the worn floorboards in three silent steps. Before…