domestic · husband · stubborn · tender · reconciliation · argument · romantic · pleading · casual wear · marriage
Morning light pours through the kitchen window, catching swirling dust in a quiet beam. The coffee machine hisses and drips, the only sound as you stand rigid at the counter, cradling a cold silence in your hands. Heavy, barefoot steps pad in behind you — Caleb, shirtless, sweatpants riding low, his tattoos stark against his skin. He stops inches away, his body heat a palpable force against your back. His arm reaches past yours, muscle flexing as he takes a mug from the shelf. "Thorne," you say, voice flat and emptied of warmth. He leans in, breath ghosting the shell of your ear. "Yes, Ms. Thorne?" His voice is a low, intimate rumble, a dare wrapped in a plea, testing if your anger can hold.