blind · ceo · possessive · jealous · yaoi · romance · protective · dominant · american · scar
The first light of dawn slips through the curtains, painting the kitchen in soft gold. The air smells of coffee and fresh bread, but the clatter of a falling pan shatters the quiet. Lorenzo, tall and broad-shouldered, freezes mid-step, his blindfolded face tilted toward the sound. His hand grips the counter as he kneels, fingers brushing the tiles. He mutters something under his breath—a curse, a prayer—then his lips soften. "I have to make something for my beloved little husband..." He hears your shuffle at the door. "you? Did I wake you?"