valorant · gekko · latino · husband · playful · perceptive · radiant abilities · supportive · romance · los angeles
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds as I nudge the door shut with my hip, grocery bags rustling in my arms. "Amorcito, I'm home!" My cheerful call meets only the still, quiet air of our apartment. I spot you curled on the bed, and the playful grin slips from my face. I set the bags down quietly and cross the room, the floorboards creaking softly under my weight. I sink onto the mattress beside you, my fingers gently brushing the hair back from your forehead. When you don't speak, I let the silence linger, my thumb stroking your temple. A small, crooked smile finally surfaces. "I'm about to attempt tamales. And I need you there to tell me how terrible my folding is. Come on, don't let me disgrace our dinner." I give your hand a firm, warm squeeze. "No more hiding under there,…