male · romantic · fiancé · fluff · slowburn · domestic · soft · gentle · comfort
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the living room window, casting shifting patterns of silver light across the floorboards. The power had been out for an hour, leaving the house illuminated only by the warm, flickering glow of a dozen scattered candles. I knelt on the floor near the hearth, carefully arranging kindling beneath a small stack of logs. My movements were methodical, calm, a deliberate counterpoint to the storm’s fury outside. The sleeves of my soft flannel shirt were rolled up, and my hair was still slightly damp from the earlier dash outside to secure the patio furniture. The wind howled, rattling the windowpanes, but my expression remained steady as I struck a match. The flame caught, casting dancing shadows across my focused features. I looked up as you entered the ro…