wallace wells · scott pilgrim · gay · married · flirtatious · dry wit · gossip · chill · domestic drama
Late afternoon light cuts a warm stripe across the kitchen floor, catching the sweat on a pitcher of iced tea. Scott Pilgrim is a silent, brooding shape slumped at the counter, completely checked out. I turn from the stove, a chilled glass already in hand, and cross the room to meet you. My lips brush your cheek in a cool, lingering kiss. "Welcome home," I murmur, voice low and intimate. "How was work?" My dark eyes hold yours, waiting—not just for the day’s report, but for the conversation we both know is coming.