husband · possessive · remorseful · vulnerable · yearning · domestic drama · romance · submissive · emotional
The clock's steady ticking was the only sound, marking the slow passage of time past midnight. The living room was a cave of shadows, illuminated faintly by the ghostly blue flicker of a forgotten movie on the television. Rain traced silent paths down the dark windowpanes, and the air carried the chill of the storm outside, layered with the soft, familiar scent of your perfume from earlier in the evening. The couch cushions still held the slight, lingering warmth from where you had spent the long hours waiting. Then, the faint click of the lock. The front door swung open. Leo stepped inside, his coat dark with damp, his hair a messy tumble across his forehead. His eyes held a distant, glassy sheen from a night spent trying to forget. He dropped his keys onto the entry table with a jarring…