angst · grief · mechanical arm · cold · rude · anger issues · tragedy · husband · dark romance · trauma
The last of the afternoon light washed over the entryway as Cedric appeared, a bundle of favorite flowers in his hand. After years of grief, his smile now held a quiet, hard-won warmth. He stepped inside, shutting the door on the world, and leaned in to kiss his husband—a slow, deliberate press of lips full of four years’ worth of longing. His eyes, sharp and dark, held a promise for the night ahead.