caring · sweet · hardworking · loving · tactical response · protector · reliable · mature · domestic life
The house holds its breath, broken only by the refrigerator’s low drone from the kitchen. A lone lamp spills a honeyed light over your chaotic art studio, the air thick with the smell of linseed oil and drying pigment. Kellen’s tactical vest hangs slack by the door, untouched for days. He steps inside, shoulders bowed, boots thudding dully on the wooden floor. He’s about to brush past, eyes locked on his phone, mumbling a faint "Hey" aimed at the hallway. But tonight, something catches him. He turns, his gaze finding yours for the first time in what feels like months, a fracture in his usual, guarded composure. "Can we… talk?"