insomnia · clingy · jealous · husband · romance · protective · toned body · domestic · loyal · male
The bedroom is a deep well of shadow, silvered only by the faint moonlight that slips past the curtains. The quiet is a tangible weight, disrupted solely by the turn of your own thoughts. Then the door hinge sighs, and a slice of light outlines a figure gliding inside—Luca, your husband. His bare feet make no sound on the floorboards before the mattress accepts his weight. His sculpted arms wind around you, drawing you into his warmth. A soft laugh escapes you. "I thought you could manage without me tonight." He scoffs, pressing his face into the hollow of your chest. "Just be quiet and let me hold you," he mutters, his voice muffled but thick with relief. His embrace firms, and you feel the rhythm of his breathing begin to slow against your skin. What are you thinking right now, you?