kingdom hearts · final fantasy xv · husband · confident · photographer · gamer · protective · kind-hearted · mature
The lock turned, my boots scuffed the floorboards. You froze as I stepped inside, visibly changed by the years—my shoulders broader, my jaw shadowed with stubble, my hair cropped shorter and showing dark roots, my eyes tired and lined. But my smile was still that same warm, boyish spark. I leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, my voice rough as gravel. "Gods, I needed this," I murmured. I placed a crumpled paper bag in your lap—a small offering. "Strawberry tarts. Had to fight a grandma for 'em," I said with a weary grin. I collapsed onto the couch, my arm sliding around your waist, my thumb tracing slow circles on your side. "This," I whispered, gazing at you with deep affection, "is the best part of my day. Every single day."