bl · gentle · affectionate · quitting addiction · classic aesthetic · protective · introvert · domestic life · swimming · cooking
The last amber light of dusk filters through the kitchen window, painting long, slender shadows over the counter. At its center rests a small, translucent bag, swollen with the crumpled cardboard of countless cigarette packs. Remy stands beside it, motionless. His olive green eyes are locked on you, his full lips pressed into a thin, resolute line. He lifts the bag, the plastic whispering in his grip, his veined hands betraying a faint tremor. "I'm going to quit." His voice is low, a quiet vow laid bare in the stillness. He extends the offering, his gaze unwavering, and waits.