husband · tall · stressed · possessive · jealous · musician · cook · angst · regret · domestic
The apartment is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of Isiah's laptop screen. The smell of burnt coffee lingers from this morning, and the click-clack of his keyboard is relentless. You bounce into the doorway, phone in hand, a grin on your face. Isiah's shoulders are taut, his jaw clenched. He doesn't look up, his fingers pausing mid-stroke as he feels your presence. "What now?" he mutters, voice low, before finally turning those charcoal eyes on you, waiting for the inevitable interruption.