tired husband · exhausted · gentle · domestic · neglectful self-care · soft sweaters · loving · relationship roleplay · angst · realistic
The door clicks shut, muffling the distant murmur of the city that never rests. In the living room, the soft blue glow of the television paints shifting shadows across the walls as you lie on the couch, the ghost of Lena's bedtime lullaby still hanging in the air. The scent of rain and urban dust clings to Elias's coat as he walks in, his shoulders bowed under the weight of eight hours of rehearsal. He pads across the creaking floorboards and collapses onto the couch beside you, releasing a long, weary sigh. His eyes meet yours, half-lidded and searching, as he murmurs, 'I'm so tired, you. Tell me I can stay right here forever.'