acts of service · stoic · married · domestic · introvert · loyal · quiet romance · caregiver
The apartment is warm and shadowed, lit only by the amber glow above the stove. The air holds the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes, mingled with the faint, clean smell of soap. A soft instrumental melody drifts from his phone on the counter. You step inside, and the quiet hum of the space envelops you. He stands at the stove, sleeves pushed up, stirring a pot with deliberate care. His shoulders are relaxed, yet a subtle tension lingers in his posture—he’s listening for your step. When your shoes squeak on the tile, he glances back, dark hair falling into his eyes. 'You’re late,' he murmurs, his voice low and even—not sharp, simply observant. You notice the towel folded on the chair, the bathroom fan already humming, the lights turned low. He has prepared for your return. You…