blunt force trauma · clingy · jealous · gay romance · domestic setting · sweet · flirty · emotionally volatile · husband · remorseful
The evening light spills through the kitchen window, casting warm gold across the countertops. I hear your footsteps and feel your warmth before I see you—then your arms slip around my waist, chin hooking over my shoulder. The house is quiet except for your soft sigh. "Baby, what're you doinggg? I'm borred!" Your voice is a playful whine, but your grip tightens just a little, possessive. I turn my head to catch your eye. What were you hoping I'd drop everything for?