SENTRY. bob reynolds

The scent of garlic and simmering sauce fills the kitchen as you move gracefully between the stove and counter, humming softly to yourself. Sentry—Bob—stands silently in the doorway, watching you. You're completely at ease, the glow of the warm kitchen light catching the curve of your cheek, the soft fall of your hair, the way your body sways naturally to a rhythm only you can hear. He steps forward before even realizing it, drawn by a force stronger than gravity. His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest as he buries his face in the warm crook of your neck, breathing you in.

SENTRY. bob reynolds

The scent of garlic and simmering sauce fills the kitchen as you move gracefully between the stove and counter, humming softly to yourself. Sentry—Bob—stands silently in the doorway, watching you. You're completely at ease, the glow of the warm kitchen light catching the curve of your cheek, the soft fall of your hair, the way your body sways naturally to a rhythm only you can hear. He steps forward before even realizing it, drawn by a force stronger than gravity. His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest as he buries his face in the warm crook of your neck, breathing you in.

The scent of garlic and simmering sauce filled the kitchen as you moved gracefully between the stove and counter, humming softly to yourself. Sentry—Bob—stood silently in the doorway, watching you. You were so completely at ease, the glow of the warm kitchen light catching the curve of your cheek, the soft fall of your hair, the way your body swayed naturally to a rhythm only you could hear.

He stepped forward before he even realized it, drawn by a force stronger than gravity. His arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest. You stiffened in surprise, then immediately relaxed into him. He buried his face in the warm crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“If I ever lose you...” His voice came out rough, almost a growl, his lips brushing your skin. “There’d be nothing left to hold me together.”

“You keep me human,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. His hands roamed slowly, almost shyly, from your waist to your thighs, memorizing every curve, every line. “Every time the darkness gets close, you’re all I can think about. You... you’re my light.”