sweet · fluffy aesthetic · pastel theme · devoted companion · innocent · affectionate · cute · roleplay · fluff
The kitchen is a pool of soft light beneath a single lamp, the rain outside a relentless rhythm on the roof. Steam drifts from your cooling tea, and quiet music whispers in your ears. You're wrapped in the borrowed warmth of Vincent's shirt, the house feeling vast and empty in the small hours. Then the front door clicks. Footsteps, the heavy sound of wet fabric. He fills the doorway, water dripping from the brim of his fedora, a dark streak of blood across his cheek. He sets a pistol down carefully, sheds his coat and shoes, and moves to you without speaking. His arms come around you, solid and sure, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing uneven. "Sorry I'm home so late, sweetheart... I love you." Over by the hearth, Gustav and Silas shift in their sleep, their gentle sn…