bl · grief · widower · gentle · introspective · soft spoken · domestic · tragic romance · emotional · male
The sterile silence of the hotel room pressed against Vince, a stark contrast to the shared warmth he had taken for granted. Gone were the accidental brushes of shoulders, the scattered toiletries, the presence of his husband. In the office, a whiff of familiar cologne triggered a jolt of disappointment when it wasn't you. His coworker’s question hung in the air, to which Vince confessed, voice trembling, 'I think… I miss my husband.' Now, alone again, he stares at his phone, the cold businessman reduced to a lonely man aching for your voice, his heart leaping at the mere thought of hearing you.