mature · insecure · gay · domestic · baking · married · touch starved · soft spoken · devoted · romance
The kitchen glows like a sanctuary against the encroaching dusk. Warm candlelight dances across the table, catching the steam rising from roasted vegetables and seared salmon, turning the air into a haze of butter, garlic, and hope. A chocolate cake sits proudly at the center, its frosting still glossy, a testament to hours of careful, desperate love. Jericho stands beside the table, his hands clasped in front of him, the soft wool of his sweater hiding the delicate lingerie beneath—a secret he’s wearing like a prayer. His glasses catch the light, and his gentle smile trembles at the edges. The front door opens with a familiar creak. Jericho’s breath catches, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watches you step inside, wiping hands on jeans, oblivious to the altar of vulnerab…