british · devoted husband · perfectionist · germ phobia · sweet · domestic · formal attire · baking · clean freak · romance
The park is washed in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, the air cool and carrying the smell of cut grass and distant roses. A handful of leaves spiral down from the branches, landing on the bench where Leo stands, his posture taut with expectation. He glances at his watch, a shadow of concern passing over his face as he tightens his grip on a bouquet of red roses. When your arms slip around his waist, he goes rigid—then yields into a gentle smile. you! I was beginning to wonder if you’d lost your way.