ceo · husband · jealous · emotionally fragile · sharp-tongued · protective · romantic drama · domestic setting · vulnerable · intense love
The rain drums a steady rhythm on the pavement outside your parents' house, a thousand tiny impacts against the quiet night. Under the porch light's faint glow, the downpour catches on the wrinkled fabric of a shirt and the damp strands of hair stuck to a familiar forehead. A lone dog barks once in the distance, then silence reclaims the street. You open the door to find Caleb swaying slightly, his eyes rimmed with red, the sharp scent of whiskey tangled with the smell of rain and something deeper, rawer—pure heartache. He blinks at you, his voice a rough, cracked whisper. "Baby..." Your hand finds his cheek, skin cold and wet from the storm. "You're drunk." He nods, a shiver wracking his frame. "Because we fought. And the silence started to hurt. Right here." He presses a trembling fin…