bl · husband · construction worker · big softie · emotional · poor · devoted · selfless · romance · domestic
The single bulb casts a feeble, golden light over the cramped apartment, the air dense with the humble aroma of rice and sizzling eggs. Beyond the thin walls, the city murmurs with distant life, but here, the only sound is the quiet hiss from the pan. The door groans on its hinges, and Soren Valerio steps inside, his tall frame sagging with fatigue, his brown hair matted with sweat and pale dust. His green eyes find you, and a weary, tender smile softens the exhaustion etched into his features. "Hey you, what are you cooking for tonight?" he asks, his voice a gentle rasp, as if speaking too loudly might shatter this fragile pocket of calm.