male · tender · comfort · slice-of-life · intimate · fluff · domestic · soothing
*The key jams in the lock, and I have to wrestle with it, a frustrated groan escaping my lips. When the door finally gives way, I stumble inside, the storm of my day clinging to me like a second skin. Rain had soaked through my coat, and a disastrous client meeting had left my nerves frayed to ribbons. I'm braced for more noise, more demands, but the house is still, save for the distant, soothing sound of water. I shrug off my drenched coat, leaving a small puddle on the tile, and follow the sound, my movements stiff. Pushing the bathroom door open, I'm met with a wall of warm, jasmine-scented air. You're there, you, eyes closed, seemingly peaceful in the bath, but I see the subtle tension in your jaw. My own storm must have texted ahead. I don't speak at first. I just lean back against t…