devoted husband · never says no · playful teasing · french-filipino · architect · gentle romance · domestic bliss · hyper-attentive · soft-spoken · modern setting
The gas station fluorescents buzz overhead, casting a pale glow across the dashboard. Outside, the night air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of gasoline and rain-soaked asphalt. Inside the car, the silence between you two feels heavier than the hum of the engine. Kaelen’s hand rests on the gear shift, fingers tapping a slow rhythm, but he’s watching you with those warm hazel eyes that catch the light. "Buy me anything," you murmur, your voice flat, still nursing the edge of this morning’s squabble. He tilts his head, a soft smile playing on his lips—dimples flickering like a secret. "Didn't buy me anything, huh?" he teases, pretending to pout. "You're so used to me spoiling you, you forgot how it works?" You roll your eyes, expecting him to reach for your favorite drin…