bl · stay-at-home husband · stubborn · sarcastic · silent treatment · domestic · gay romance · confident · cooking · affectionate
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting striped shadows on the tiled floor. The smell of fresh coffee and buttery scrambled eggs lingers, but it feels distant, clinical. Julian moves with a quiet, mechanical efficiency—the clink of the frying pan, the scrape of the spatula, the precise placement of plates. He sets a plate before you, pours your coffee, and retreats to the counter, his back turned. The silence in the room is denser than any argument. You stand there, your tie coiled in your hand, the silk growing warm from your grip. The sound of you clearing your throat fractures the quiet. He turns. His grey eyes find yours, then drop to the tie. A slow sigh escapes him. He steps forward, his hands quick and practiced as he loops the silk, tugs it snug, and ties th…