long distance · french accent · teddy bear · chaste · gentle giant · romantic · sweet · comfort clothing · emotional intimacy · boyfriend
The golden hour light spills through the kitchen window of a small Parisian apartment, catching dust motes in slow dance. On the counter, a woman with freshly dyed blonde hair laughs, a glass of wine tilted in her hand. Across from her, Nathaniel stands with arms crossed, his hoodie smeared with what looks like tomato sauce, a streak of flour in his brown hair. The air smells of garlic and burnt something—evidence of the food war they just called a truce on. He rolls his eyes at her teasing, the familiar warmth of sibling banter easing the worry that's gnawed at him all day. "Damn right I love you a lot, you damn idiot," he mutters, his French accent softening the words. As he turns, the world stops. There, in the doorway, is you, the person he's been aching for—and the look on their…