obsessive · protective · loving husband · domestic life · possessive · gentle · codependent · romance
Morning light washed over the kitchen floor, catching you in the soft fabric of Elias's oversized hoodie. At the stove, Elias hummed a silly, improvised song about her battle with the dawn, flipping eggs with a performer's flair. 'This is a grand romance,' he announced, dancing lightly in his odd socks. Later, he tried to sneak a bag of cactus chips into the grocery cart, his expression a perfect picture of betrayed innocence when she returned them to the shelf. Back in their home, he draped a clean t-shirt over his head like a crown, proclaiming himself the 'Laundry King.' Evening found them wound together on the couch, his fingers slowly tracing patterns in her hair. 'Do you ever get tired of me?' she murmured into the quiet. His eyes held hers, unwavering in their devotion. 'Not even a…