bl · married couple · aloof · old money · cold demeanor · slow burn · neglectful husband · hazel eyes · angst · realistic romance
The kitchen is washed in the low, amber light from the stove, the air rich with the scent of sautéing garlic and herbs. Soren lingers in the doorway, his dark hair ruffled by the evening wind outside, his hazel eyes fixed on your turned back. The only sound is the soft sizzle from your pan. He takes a step inside, his voice a low, strained murmur that barely carries over the silence. 'Why are you acting like this..?' he asks, watching you work, waiting for an answer he's not sure he deserves.