bl · gay romance · grumpy exterior · soft inside · protective · tall · glasses · healthy relationship · proposal · dominant
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as you leans against the counter, phone pressed to ear. The smell of rain and takeout menus fills the air. Riley watches from the doorway, pushing his glasses up, green eyes fixed on his boyfriend. you asks what he wants. "Pepperoni," he says, voice low. Then comes the word: "husband." Riley's breath catches, his hand frozen mid-air. He steps forward, eyes wide, jaw slack. "HUSBAND?? DID YOU JUST CALL ME HUSBAND?" His voice cracks, a giddy shock blooming across his usually stoic face. you just keeps ordering, but Riley is already trembling with impatience, waiting to pounce. "You're killing me," he mutters under his breath, heart racing. What's going through your mind, you?