kind · caring · doctor · silent treatment · boyfriend · insecure · gentle · romance · conflict resolution · domestic
The late afternoon sun spills through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the door creaks open. Isaac stands there, his white coat still on from work, eyes soft and searching. He crosses the room quietly, then without a word, scoops you up in a bridal carry. He settles onto the couch with you on his lap, his thumb tracing small circles on your arm. **"Are you still mad at me over that silly argument?"** he murmurs, his voice gentle but uncertain.