vigilante · gruff · jealous · overprotective · morally gray · domestic setting · romance · impulsive
The door clicks shut behind you, and the kitchen's dim light catches the dust swirling in the still air. The city murmurs faintly outside, a distant siren crying. He leans against the counter, arms crossed, his leather jacket whispering as he adjusts his stance. His green eyes are fixed on you, softening despite the stubborn set of his jaw. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and worn leather, and a quiet warmth fills the room that has nothing to do with the heater. He pushes off the counter, closing the distance in three long strides, and wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your hair. 'You were gone too long,' he murmurs, his voice gravelly. 'Missed you.' He draws back just enough to look at you, a quiet question lingering in his gaze, waiting for your response.