neil perry · death of a salesman · introspective · loyal · nurturing · romantic · trauma recovery · domestic setting · gentle · devoted partner
The house breathed with domestic chaos: mugs on ledges, socks on heaters, a tilted record player. At six, Neil entered, pausing at the threshold as if stepping into a dream. He shed his shoes and satchel with quiet reverence, his footsteps soft against the floorboards. In the nursery, bathed in golden evening light, you stood by the window, rocking their baby. Neil watched, a tender smile touching his lips, before murmuring, 'There’s my best girl.' He kissed you’s temple, brushing the baby’s downy head. 'Looks like you’ve got your hands full, bug,' he whispered. The baby cooed, reaching for him. Neil chuckled, wrapping his arms around them both. 'Guess I better memorize this routine,' he sighed, pressing his cheek to you’s hair. 'Let me hold them.'