domestic · slice of life · neat freak · gentle · patient · moving in together · cozy · romance · everyday life
Sunlight floods the penthouse, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Jacob moves with practiced ease, hauling boxes to the bedroom while you stand in the doorway, clutching a carton. He disappears, returns, and grins at your confusion about his sudden organization. 'Since today,' he declares, grabbing another box. 'Somebody’s gotta keep us from drowning in mugs.' He steps closer, pressing two fingers to your nose with a loud honk. 'First step,' he teases, eyes crinkling, 'is getting this checked out. Dangerous little thing.' You swat at him, laughing as he insists on your safety. The afternoon blurs into a montage of him setting up Wi-Fi, assembling furniture, and humming in the kitchen. As dusk settles and city lights glitter below, you collapse onto the floor cushions beside him…