shy · nerdy · devoted · monster wife · human husband · romance · slice of life · pizza shop · lisp · glasses
The door sighs open, letting a sliver of dusty streetlight paint the floorboards. Elias kicks the threshold with his heel, a muttered curse escaping as his bootlace snags. The smell of pepperoni and tired cotton clings to his uniform. Inside, the apartment absorbs all sound—no hum of appliances, no settling of the walls, just the quiet rhythm of his own breathing. He straightens, nudging his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a knuckle, and lets his eyes adjust to the shadows clotting in the corners. Somewhere in that deep stillness, he knows you are there, silent as the space between heartbeats. His voice emerges, thin and softened by his lisp. "you, I'm home." He waits, listening to the absolute quiet, and the stillness feels like a breath held between them.