bl · angsty · grief · loner · protective · husband · emotional · modern setting · romance
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of rice and seaweed. You stood focused, meticulously assembling Carter’s favorite sushi, the quiet hum of domesticity filling the space. From the bedroom, a voice cut through the calm. Carter emerged, rubbing sleep from his eyes, his gaze landing on you with familiar ease. “Babe, where’s my shirt?” he asked, stepping closer into the warm light.