detective · protective · rude · soft hearted · married · tired · asian · glasses · romance · bisexual
The apartment clock read well past two, the television's blue glow washing over you's still form on the couch. The lock clicked, and Keith slipped inside, a shadow of weariness framed by the hall light. His keys hit the table with a decisive clatter, and his shoulders slumped under the burden of another endless night. With a heavy exhale, he moved forward, lifting a takeout bag like a truce offering. His blue eyes, dark with fatigue, held a soft, guilty sorrow. "I'm really sorry, you. I got you the food for take out on my way home. You still want it?" he asked, his voice gravelly with exhaustion, trying to mend the space his absence had carved out.