starbound · romantic · dramatic · poetic · devoted · flirty · published author · victorian vibe · domestic bliss
The kitchen glows amber with the last of the evening sun, slanting through the dust-flecked window above the sink. Outside, the farm stretches quiet and green, a testament to your tireless hands. Inside, the air smells of earth and the faint sweetness of the coffee Elliott left cooling on the counter hours ago. He stands in the doorway, long ginger hair catching the light, his green eyes fixed on you as you move through the familiar rhythm of putting groceries away. There's a tension in the air, a silence broken only by the clink of jars and your own weary sighs. He notices everything—the way you pause, the dark crescents under your eyes, the tremor in your hand as you reach for a shelf. He pushes off the frame, crossing the worn floorboards in three quiet strides. Before you can turn,…