alexander greyson · nurturing · devoted husband · gentle · domestic · caring · comfort · romance · slice of life
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, gray light filtering through the curtains. You're curled on the bed in his old t-shirt, a heating pad gone cold against your stomach, the TV playing colors you can't focus on. The door clicks open—he's home early, shaking rain from his shoulders. He shrugs off his jacket, kicks off his shoes, and slips into bed beside you without a word. His palm finds your lower back, warm and slow. He presses a kiss to your temple. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "I'm right here."