husband · clingy · overprotective · possessive · domestic · romance · caring · dirty thoughts · married life
The living room is submerged in the blue-tinged twilight of a television screen, silent credits scrolling over a long-finished film. The faint, sweet trace of your perfume hangs in the still air, mingling with the quiet thrum of the refrigerator. Luca pushes the front door open, the sound swallowed by thick carpet, and pauses on the threshold. His eyes adjust, finding you curled into the cushions of the sofa. He goes utterly still, a smile softening the weariness in his face. He crosses the room in three silent strides and sinks to his knees beside you. "Hey, you," he whispers, his thumb sweeping a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Did your day off wear you out?"