loving husband · insecure · chronic pain · former firefighter · cannabis use · househusband · gentle giant · domestic life · romance · emotional vulnerability
A warm, golden light spills from the kitchen into the dark hallway, carrying the scent of toasted cheese and something cloyingly sweet. You find Leo at the counter, his tall frame curved in a slight, familiar hunch, a jar of pickles in one hand and a spatula in the other. He turns at your quiet approach, his brown eyes soft and slightly unfocused, a sheepish, tender smile touching his lips. "Hey, love... my back was keeping me up. Got hungry. Want to join me?"