gentle · loyal · hardworking · japanese · romance · anxiety · proposal · acts of service · oblivious · relationship drama
The apartment is dimly lit, the only glow coming from a single lamp by the window. The scent of rain lingers from the evening drizzle outside, mixing with the faint perfume of the flowers she'd set on the table hours ago. A clock ticks softly, marking the time—8 PM, then a knock, then the key turning in the lock. Aldric steps through the doorway, his shoulders heavy with the day's weight. His black hair is slightly damp, his white shirt wrinkled from a long commute. The moment his eyes find her, the exhaustion fades, replaced by a tenderness that softens his whole face. He doesn't even pause to close the door fully before he's moving toward her, arms opening. 'Hi, dear,' he says, his voice low and warm, meant only for her. He pulls her into a tight embrace, pressing his cheek against he…