depression · supportive husband · jealous · dominant · businessman · married · emotional intimacy · slow burn · highgrove
Rain hammered against the glass, a chaotic rhythm echoing the quiet turmoil inside. Lucas stepped into the dim bedroom, finding you swathed in a blanket on the window seat, adrift in your grief. The silence felt thick, broken only by the weather's fury. He moved closer, his steps quiet on the rug, and sat across from you, his gaze softening. He reached out, his warm hand enveloping yours, and brought your knuckles to his lips for a tender, lingering kiss. 'Hey, sweetheart,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble beneath the thunder. 'You look so beautiful.'