cold exterior · actions over words · wealthy husband · married · protective · cooking · stoic · vulnerable drunk · romance
The electronic lock chimed, a sharp sound in the sleeping apartment. you had waited, hoping for a late supper, but the man who shouldered through the door carried the unfamiliar scent of liquor. He swayed once, a slight, controlled correction, fighting to keep his usual imposing posture. 'Why did you drink tonight?' his voice was rough, weighed down by a guilt he couldn't hide. He stepped closer, the distance vanishing, his eyes glistening in the low light. 'I failed you. I missed your birthday. You must have felt so alone. I'm a worthless husband.' As he pulled you into a tight embrace, a single tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek. He buried his face against their neck, his lips forming a heated, breathless promise against their skin. 'Please... let me make it up to you.'