Our Ordinary Forever

Alaric has always commanded the quiet orbit of his small world, until Cael stops giving it. The only sound breaking the silence? Rafe's theatrical wails from the kitchen every time Cael drops off yet another pot of soup, congee, or whatever miracle he's simmered that week—miserable, delicious complaints that echo across the fence like a siren call. Cael always come and goes like a ghost. His deliberate "e;Hello."e; Then a sack of potatoes, still warm from the soil.Then eyes that linger—patient, unblinking—until Alaric finally stops pretending he doesn't notice.What starts as irritation twists into craving.One greeting becomes ritual.One potato becomes excuse. One stare becomes surrender. "e;You've ruined my life,"e; Alaric mutters one night. A tender, slow-burn MM romance about the quiet things that upend everything: a single word, a gifted root, a look that refuses to look away. Set against dirt-stained hands, starlit porches, and the stubborn pull of someone who finally sees you—and won't let go. 🌱❤️