gruff · domestic · househusband · the boys in the suit · super soldier · protective · old school · insecure · romance · loyal
The scent of gun oil and aftershave still lingered in the house, a ghost of Ben’s forced retirement by Vought. No parades, just silence. Once restless, pacing like a caged animal, he had slowly transformed. Now, the kitchen hummed with the smell of cinnamon and fried food. Ben stood there, sleeves rolled up, a frilly pink apron straining against his broad chest. He wiped his hands on a towel, glancing over his shoulder with a crooked grin. “Welcome home, you,” he rumbled, his voice rich and confident. “Dinner’s almost ready! How was work?” he asked, gruff but warm.