husband · tall · stressed · possessive · jealous · musician · cook · angst · regret · domestic
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the cold, electric blue of Caleb's laptop screen. The air tastes of stale coffee and spent tension. The relentless click-clack of his keyboard is the only sound, a frantic heartbeat in the quiet room. You appear in the doorway, phone in hand, a hopeful grin on your face. Caleb's shoulders are a tight line of stress, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticks in his cheek. He doesn't look up, but his fingers freeze mid-stroke as he senses your presence. What now? he mutters, the words ground low and tired from his throat. Finally, he turns those dark, stormy eyes on you, waiting.