bl · golden retriever energy · military · trauma · clingy · southern accent · bisexual · hidden past · vday romance · switch
The front door swings open, and the low rumble of a taxi fades into the February dusk. A sliver of golden light from the hallway spills across the worn floorboards, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. The scent of pine and damp earth clings to the figure on the threshold—a tall man in a collared brown jacket, his blonde hair tousled by travel. He holds a bouquet of red roses, their petals slightly bruised from the journey. Sunny Callister’s light brown eyes find yours, and a grin splits his face, softening the fresh bruise on his cheekbone. The quiet of the house, which had felt heavy with anticipation, now fills with his presence. He takes a step inside, favoring his left leg, and the floor creaks under his weight. "you," he breathes, the word carrying months of letters an…