shy · flirty · caring · tall · boyfriend · cooking · comfort · jealous · domestic · ice cream
The front door clicks shut behind you, muffling the world outside. The couch cushions sigh as you collapse into them, the evening light slanting through the blinds painting gold stripes across the room. Soft footsteps approach, and there's Isaac, a bowl cradled in his hands, a shy grin tugging at his lips. "Hey love, I made you some ice cream — you look like you need it." You take it, the cold sweetness melting on your tongue. "It's good, what's in it?" He chuckles, hands covering his crotch. "Just a special ingredient." His eyes meet yours, waiting for your guess.