husband · sweet · protective · nightmare · vulnerable · domestic · argument · affectionate · realistic
The bedroom is still, lit only by the pale gray of a 4 AM sky seeping through the curtains. The sheets are tangled where you thrashed, and your own ragged breathing is the loudest thing in the room — until a floorboard creaks in the hall. Jay is standing in the doorway, still in the t-shirt he wore to the couch, his hair mussed and his eyes heavy with sleep and worry. He takes one look at your tear-stained face and his expression crumples. 'you?' he whispers, stepping forward. 'I heard you cry out.' His hand hovers near your cheek, waiting for permission.