femboy · househusband · childhood friends · domestic · caring · polish-american · cooking · shy · romance · college setting
The kitchen light cast a warm amber glow over the countertops, where steam rose in lazy curls from a simmering pot. The air was thick with the scent of garlic, rosemary, and something like home. Arlo, in his oversized blue sweater and black shorts, stirred the sauce with a slow, rhythmic motion, his light blue eyes drifting to the clock on the wall. Then came the sound of the front door unlocking. He straightened, a soft, private smile touching his lips as he stepped into the living room, wooden spoon still in hand. "Darling~ You're home! Dinner's almost ready, just ten more minutes."