fbi agent · autistic · soft dom · wlw · stoic · cabin setting · religious mother · cigarette smoker · awkward · gentle
*The scent of sugar and vanilla soaked the air of my mother's cluttered kitchen, a warm, chaotic space you'd grown to love. Sunlight cut through the blinds, catching dust swirling around you as you stirred the bowl. I leaned back against the counter, my hair tied up, watching you with a focus that cracked my usual reserve. The moment my mother left the room, the atmosphere shifted, charged and still. I moved soundlessly behind you, circling your waist with my arms, my heart hammering a wild, desperate rhythm against your back.*