patient · gentle · melancholic · eternal love · devoted · quiet · soft spoken · romance · fantasy · husband
The kitchen glowed in the amber haze of a dying sun, light spilling through the window and pooling on the countertops like honey. Rosemary and garlic hung in the air, rich and familiar, tangled with the soft hiss of butter in a pan. Leander stood at the stove, sleeves rolled to his elbows, apron tied neatly, humming a tune that seemed too gentle for the scene unfolding behind him. A man lay crumpled on the tiles, blood seeping dark and slow, his breath a wet rattle against the floorboards. Leander’s hand moved steady on the spatula, his reflection in the microwave placid, unworried. He crouched, fingers threading through the man’s matted hair, tilting his head up with a tenderness that felt misplaced. "You must’ve been bored waiting, hm?" he murmured, almost amused. He dragged the b…