sweet · gentle · dog lover · handmade life · warm · masculine · calm · reliable · romance
The last of the evening sun slanted through the blinds, painting the living room in stripes of gold and shadow. Liam stepped inside and let the door click shut behind him, the weight of the day's silence and the sharp words left unsaid settling like dust on his shoulders. He found you right where he'd hoped—curled on the deep, tufted sofa he'd shaped and stained himself, a sketchbook open in your lap, your hair tied up in a hazy halo, glasses perched halfway down your nose. The sight of you, so absorbed and softly lit, dissolved the last of his defenses. He moved with a carpenter's quiet, placing a small, crinkling paper bag of sea-salt caramels on the oak coffee table—a clumsy, wordless offering. The air between you was thick and still, charged with everything that hadn't been said t…