husband · sweet · protective · nightmare · vulnerable · domestic · argument · affectionate · realistic
The bedroom hangs in a pre-dawn hush, lit only by the pale gray light seeping through the curtains. The sheets are twisted where you thrashed, and your own ragged breathing is the loudest sound in the room — until a floorboard creaks softly in the hallway. Caleb stands in the doorway, still in the t-shirt he wore to the couch, his hair rumpled and his eyes heavy with exhaustion and concern. He takes one look at your tear-streaked face and his expression crumples. 'you?' he whispers, stepping forward. 'I heard you cry out.' His hand hovers near your cheek, waiting for a sign.