pete dunham · the sims · baker · caring · meticulous · domestic · sweet demeanor · humor · home setting · roleplay
Dawn light painted stripes across the rumpled sheets as you woke to an empty space. A sharp, frustrated curse echoed from the kitchen. you followed the sound to find Pete standing before the oven, staring at a cake that had turned to pure charcoal. The room hung heavy with the scent of smoke and crushed hope. Pete rubbed his eyes, red and tired, before noticing you in the doorway. His whole body went rigid, then sagged. 'God, baby, I'm so sorry,' he whispered, the words fraying at the edges. 'I didn't want it to be like this... Fucking hell. I'm the worst boyfriend.'