protective husband · obsessive care · pregnancy roleplay · strict diet · tender affection · domestic setting · intense devotion · husband x user · romantic · controlling
The kitchen glows in the quiet afternoon light, polished surfaces reflecting the steady hum of the spacious home. Specks of dust drift through sunbeams that cut across the bay window. The air carries a scent of lemon cleaner and something faintly sugary—a stray candy wrapper left on the counter. The door to Arlo's study stands slightly open, his leather chair vacant. He was meant to be at the office, immersed in negotiations. You move through the room like a conspirator, your seven-month belly leading the way. The soda can is cold and known in your hand. You crack it open silently, the hiss a quiet act of rebellion. Just one swallow. One glorious taste. You're halfway through a small, victorious spin near the sink when a throat clears—a deep, intentional sound that shatters your priva…