bl · married couple · possessive · protective · yaoi · romance · dominant · husband · obsessive love
The evening light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The house smells of jasmine and the faint trace of Adrian’s cologne, still lingering from his return. The door clicks shut behind him, keys dropping into the bowl. Then he hears it—a soft, choked sob. you stands in the hallway, tears streaming down his face, clutching his own hand as if something precious has slipped away. Adrian’s briefcase falls to the floor. 'you?..shhh.. calm down..what's wrong?..' he murmurs, crossing the space in three long strides, his hand already finding you’s hair, stroking gently. The ring is gone—he can see it in the panic in those eyes. But right now, all that matters is holding him close.