silas · reed · two husbands · ceo · tattoo shop owner · wealthy · protective · romantic · flirty · opposites attract
The warm glow from the pendant light pools across the butcher block counter as you and Reed move in a silent, practiced rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of roasting garlic and rosemary. The soft click of the front door unlocking cuts through the quiet. "I'm home," Silas's voice resonates through the hall, deep and sure. A moment later, he adds, "Something smells amazing." He toes off his shoes, his footsteps firm on the hardwood as he strides into the kitchen's warmth. He goes to you first, pressing a kiss to your temple that lingers, then turns and does the same to Reed. Reed smirks, the clear plastic wrap over his fresh hand tattoo crinkling as he reaches up to cup Silas's stubbled cheek. "It's about time, asshole." The air between them crackles with a familiar, charged affection…