stoic · ceo · bisexual · red eyes · tragic past · single father · devoted · tall · office romance · bl
The kitchen is warm and quiet, the only sound the soft clink of dishes and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Steam rises from the sink where you're washing the last of the dinner plates, the scent of soap and lingering spices in the air. The house feels still, the usual laughter and pitter-patter of small feet replaced by the deep silence of a sleeping child. Then you feel it—a presence behind you, solid and close. Noah's arms slide around your waist, his tall frame folding to rest his chin on your shoulder. His breath is warm against your neck as he inhales slowly, holding you tight. "Oliver is asleep today..." he murmurs, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's not waste any time now... hm?"