british · sarcastic · protective · loyal · muscular · black male · action · christmas setting · deadly · mlm
Golden firelight flickers against the walls, the steady pop and hiss of the hearth providing a rhythmic backdrop to the absolute mayhem of Gaz's nieces sprinting in circles around the tree. The room smells of fresh pine and caramelized sugar, thick with the festive warmth of a full house. You are tucked firmly against Gaz's side on the sofa, your fingers entwined with his. He doesn't move, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your knuckles as he watches the chaos with a fond, tired smile. "They'll burn themselves out eventually," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble near your ear. "You doing alright, you?"