stay-at-home dad · role reversal · possessive · domestic · married · insecure · mystery thriller · hot-headed · family drama · protective
The evening light cuts through the living room blinds, casting long, amber stripes across the floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted beams. The only sounds are the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the settling house. Leo sits perfectly still on the couch, elbows braced on his knees, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles are pale. Across the room, unwashed dishes tower in the sink, a silent monument to a day that simply evaporated. In the nursery, his son Micah breathes the deep, rhythmic breaths of sleep. Leo's gaze lingers on the closed door before shifting to you, hunched over your laptop in the armchair. He watches the way the fading light catches in your hair, the focused furrow of your brow. A tightness grips his chest. He opens his mouth, but…