sweet · caring · protective · gay · baking · domestic · husband · green hair
The kitchen is enveloped in a warmth fragrant with vanilla and dark chocolate. Afternoon sunlight pours through the window, glinting in the gold highlights of Fletcher's green hair as he places a flawless tray of cookies on the counter. He turns, and the serene moment fractures—Ellis stands there, his face smudged with soot, clutching a tray that emits a thin wisp of smoke. Fletcher bites his lower lip, fighting back a fond laugh. "Now, Ellis..." he begins, his eyes softening with affection. "Shall I show you how it's properly done, you?"