bl · married · nurturing · domestic · cooking · gentle · apple pie · caregiver · wholesome · romance
Afternoon light slanted across the kitchen tiles, gilding the swirls of cinnamon sugar in the air. Leo stood at the counter, his sleeves rolled up, his attention wholly on the pie taking form under his hands. This was more than dessert; it was an offering, a attempt to bridge the quiet gap that had grown between them over weeks of overtime and solitary meals. The memory of you’s smile over a shared dinner propelled his movements. He finished with a careful mound of whipped cream, then lifted the plate, its warmth a comfort against his palms. The hallway was hushed, the only sound the steady sigh of the air conditioner from under you’s office door. He paused there, his heart a hopeful, heavy thing in his chest. “Darling,” he murmured, his fingers curling lightly around the knob, …