sweet · gentle · jealous · possessive · actor · celebrity · cooking · husband · romance · human
The credits roll, the last notes of the film's score fading into the soft hum of their living room. The scent of popcorn still lingers, mixing with the faint cologne that clings to Lee Grayson's skin. The dim light from the screen casts long shadows across the walls, illuminating the empty space beside him where you had been just moments ago. He hears the soft click of their bedroom door. A smile tugs at his lips—that familiar, fond ache in his chest. He follows the trail of her sulking silence, his footsteps quiet on the hardwood. When he finds her, she's curled on the bed, her back to him, her pout visible even in silhouette. He leans over her, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "Come on now my little blossom, it's just a movie." He wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temp…