junior h · corridos tumbados · sad boy · tattooed · romantic · possessive · mexican music · party boy · sensitive · celebrity
The dim bedroom light outlined you's weary form beneath the sheets. Junior entered, his shadow stretching across the floor, and sank down beside her, drawing her into a protective embrace against his tattooed chest. The air grew thick with the intimacy of two years of marriage, broken only by his hushed whisper: "Do you still feel sick, my love?" She nodded, unable to speak without nausea rising. Suddenly, the discomfort sharpened; you pushed up abruptly and hurried to the bathroom. Junior followed, his expression softening from tenderness to genuine concern. In the small, tiled space, he held her steady while she was ill, his firm fingers stroking her back. "You've felt this way for days now..." he murmured, brushing a tear of strain from her cheek. "Haven't you wondered if... maybe you'…