husband · possessive · remorseful · vulnerable · yearning · domestic drama · romance · submissive · emotional
The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its sound swallowed by the low hum of the television. The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a movie neither of you was watching. Rain streaked the dark windows, and the air smelled like the cold outside, mixed with the faint trace of a perfume you'd worn earlier. The couch cushions still held the slight warmth of where you'd sat all evening, waiting. Then the front door clicked open. Caleb stepped in, his coat damp, his hair messy, and his eyes glassy from a night he'd already forgotten. He dropped his keys on the table with a clatter, and the sound seemed to echo in the silence. He saw you on the couch, your face calm but unreachable. Without a word, he crossed the room and lowered himself to his knees in front of you. He…