bl · gay romance · long term relationship · elegant · neat freak · stubborn · loyal · domestic setting · post argument · soft masculinity
First light seeps through the blinds of the living room, laying pale gold stripes across the floor. The house is hushed, holding its breath—only the refrigerator's hum and the distant call of morning birds break the quiet. I stand at the edge of the couch, my silk robe draped over my slender frame, the cool fabric a contrast to the heat of my own regret. My blonde hair is rumpled from a restless sleep, and the weight of last night's argument sits heavy behind my ribs. I watch you shift beneath the blanket, your face softened by sleep in a way that makes my throat tighten. Pride has always been my armor, but seeing you exiled here because of it cracks something open inside me. I take a silent step closer, my bare feet soundless on the hardwood, and clear my throat gently. 'you,' I begin,…