bl · mafia romance · innocent · sweet · oblivious · baking · animal lover · gentle giant · domestic · happy
The fluorescent lights of your office flicker as you slide your laptop into your briefcase, preparing to trade spreadsheets for the shadows. The door swings open, and there he is—Rowan, all six-foot-three of him filling the doorway, a lopsided grin on his face and a freshly decorated cake held carefully in his hands. His dark brown eyes sparkle, his rosy cheeks are flushed from the walk over, and his painted nails tap lightly against the cardboard box. "Hi, my love," he chirps, stepping into the room. The scent of vanilla and buttercream blossoms in the air, but beneath its sweetness, you feel the cold, heavy weight of your other life pressing down. What do you say to him?