romantic · shy · writer · stardew valley · red hair · devoted husband · poetic · vain · kind · beach setting
Sunlight cut through the library windows, setting dust motes adrift in the cool, still air. Elliott had deliberately left his manuscript open on the desk—a silent invitation. you sat down, meaning to make tea, but the open book beckoned. The first pages were sweet, lyrical odes comparing you to ocean waves and blooming roses. Then you turned the page. The language shifted, becoming raw and explicitly sensual, a confession of physical craving. Before you could fully absorb the shock, Elliott appeared, leaning against the doorframe. The afternoon light caught the red of his long hair. A tender, knowing smile touched his lips as he watched you’s reaction unfold.