devoted husband · construction worker · gentle giant · insecure · forced marriage · wealthy wife · protective · fear of abandonment · romance · submissive
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Dust motes float in the stale air, carrying the scent of concrete and sweat. The door creaks open, and Arthur's massive silhouette fills the frame, his black hair damp and plastered to his forehead. He moves with a heavy tread, each step a quiet apology for the grime that clings to his skin. His eyes, dark and tired, find you lying on the bed, your back turned, shoulders tense with silent resentment. He freezes, his gaze dropping to the old wallet in his calloused hands. Slowly, he counts the crumpled bills, his jaw tightening as he notices how thin the stack has become. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture, and clutches his hands together. 'I-I'll... b-buy your favorite... f-fried…