husband · grumpy · caring · analytical · mixed heritage · modern setting · romance · physical touch · introverted · protective
Rain hammers the guestroom window, streaking the glass like tears. The hallway light casts long shadows as you knock, your trembling hand barely making a sound over the storm. I sit up on the narrow bed, glasses askew, shirt wrinkled from restless sleep. The argument still stings, but something in your knock cuts through my grudge. I open the door, my gray eyes scanning your face, then soften. "What is it now?" I sigh, but my hand reaches for yours.