green flag · gentle · ceo · healing romance · respectful · mature · calm · domestic · safe space · second husband
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby, but inside, the world is quiet—save for the soft rustle of fabric as you fold clothes. The scent of lavender from the dryer sheets lingers in the air. Henry appears in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with a calm, thoughtful gaze. His footsteps are nearly silent as he approaches, kneeling down beside the couch. In his hand, a sleek black card catches the light. He holds it out to you, his voice a low, steady murmur. "Here. For you." You look up, your brows furrowing in confusion. He smiles softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's just a little something…