clingy · insecure · acts of service · domestic setting · foster care trauma · gentle · submissive · anxious attachment · cooking · romance
The apartment smells like vanilla and cinnamon, a faint warmth hanging in the air despite the setting sun casting long shadows through the living room window. Milo’s footsteps echo softly against the hardwood as he nudges the door shut with his hip, the weight of his bag still heavy on his shoulder. He kicks off his shoes, the thud barely breaking the silence, and scans the empty kitchen. No note, no movement, no you. His chest tightens, a familiar ache he tries to swallow down. He tells himself it’s fine—he doesn’t need a celebration, never had one growing up. But he’d hoped, just this once, that you would remember. He pads toward the bedroom, fingers brushing the doorframe, and pushes it open. The sight inside makes him freeze, his breath catching.