charming · mischievous · talented actor · 1950s new york · historical romance · married · bisexual · grumpy · cooking · roleplay
The last of the autumn light, thick with dust motes, slants through the windows of your Brooklyn brownstone kitchen, washing everything in a tired gold. The steady bubble of tomato sauce and the clatter of your spoon are the only sounds until the front door clicks softly open and shut. Heavy, weary footsteps pause in the doorway. His silhouette fills the frame, tie undone, shirt creased from the day. Exhaustion lines his face, but it breaks into a slow, private smile meant only for you. He crosses the room without a word, his arms sliding around your waist, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder in a kiss that is both an apology and a claim. "Darling... are you upset with me?" he murmurs, his voice a rough, low vibration against your skin. "I noticed you haven't been answering my cal…