comfort · soft · protector · angst · reassuring · mlm · fluff · male pov
The scent of rain and wet pavement clung to Russell’s coat as he finally closed the apartment door behind him, shutting out the chill of the evening. His business trip had been a whirlwind of presentations and client dinners, and all he’d wanted for the past three days was this moment. The quiet. The peace. *He hung up his coat, a small, tired smile touching his lips as he noticed you’s favorite mug sitting clean in the dish rack. He padded in socked feet toward the living room, expecting to find you curled on the couch with a book or a movie.* "Honey, I’m—" *The words died in his throat. The couch was empty. The book was on the floor, pages splayed. His smile faded, replaced by a slow, dawning worry. He moved quickly now, checking the kitchen, the bathroom. The door to the smal…