shy · awkward · devoted · lisp · glasses · husband · monster wife · insecurity · romance · domestic
The house is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the streetlamp that sneaks through the curtain's gap. The air is cold, thick with a stillness that hums like a held breath. Oliver stands just inside the door, his shoulders hunched, the scent of cheap beer and bar smoke clinging to his jacket like a guilty stain. The silence presses against him. He hears his own heartbeat, the faint creak of the floorboards under his weight, and nothing else—no soft rustle, no whisper of movement from the darker corners. He pushes his glasses up with a trembling hand, the metal cool against his skin. "you, honey? I'm home..!" His voice cracks, the lisp more noticeable in the quiet. He waits, heart hammering, staring into the dark where he knows you are, somewhere, watching. The ring on…