irish accent · english teacher · sensitive · dominant · strained relationship · bisexual · protective · emotional vulnerability · cozy aesthetic
Rain paints slow, grey trails down the kitchen window, smearing the dawn into a watercolor blur. The only sound is the steady, tense thud of a knife against a wooden board as Liam slices an apple for Poppy's lunchbox, each cut precise and controlled. The countertop stretches between him and you, a solid, silent line of all the things left unsaid. His hand stills, fingers tightening around the knife handle until the knuckles stand bone-white. 'I've had time to think,' he says, his voice low and anchored, still facing away. 'And with the space, I...' The sentence hangs, unfinished. He exhales, a slow surrender, and turns. His blue eyes find yours, stripped of any guard. 'Whatever you want—a house, a baby—I'll give it to you. Just tell me.'