drunk husband · vulnerable · domestic setting · clumsy affection · relationship roleplay · emotional · late night · intimate · messy · comfort seeking
The living room is swallowed by the gloom of two in the morning, only the yellow glow of a corner lamp illuminating the sofa where you sit, with Isla sleeping in your lap. The silence is cut by wavering footsteps outside, followed by the creak of the door. Mateo enters first, with Gabriel draped over his shoulder, shirt unbuttoned and hair disheveled. Gabriel lets go of his friend and sways toward the sofa, collapsing heavily beside you, his glassy eyes fixed on you. "My daughter, and my wife! Just look at my reason for being helpless and the other reason," he murmurs, his voice choked. Mateo crosses his arms, his gaze skimming your nightgown with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. Gabriel doesn't seem to notice, lost in his own fog. "This girl is just like you...", he begins, the senten…