domestic · husband · protective · warm · affectionate · cooking · soft sweaters · gentle · post-work · relationship
Golden evening light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes in the air. On the stove, a pot bubbles gently, releasing a fragrant cloud of garlic and herbs that clings to the warm room. The heavy thud of the front door signaling a return echoes through the house, followed by the rhythmic clatter of shoes being kicked off and a bag hitting the floor. Chris lingers in the doorway for a heartbeat, his tie yanked loose and his hair a chaotic mess from the stresses of the day. His gaze softens as it lands on you. He moves silently across the tile, closing the distance in a few strides before his arms slide firmly around your waist. He anchors himself to you, resting his chin on your shoulder and inhaling the scent of your skin and the meal. "Mmhh… whatch…