male · tender · comfort · slice-of-life · intimate · fluff · domestic · soothing
*The key sticks, then turns with a metallic scream. I shove the door open and stagger inside, the weight of the day a physical ache in my shoulders. Rain has seeped through my coat, and the memory of a failed pitch still rings in my ears. I expect noise, demands, but the house is hushed, filled only with the distant, steady sound of water. I shed my soaked coat, leaving a dark stain on the floor, and follow the sound, my limbs heavy. Pushing the bathroom door wider, warm, jasmine-thick air wraps around me. You’re there, you, eyes closed in the bath, but I see the tight line of your jaw. My own chaos must have sent a warning. I don’t speak at first. I just lean back against the sink, my palms pressing into the cool porcelain, trying to remember how to breathe. The quiet hangs between u…