russian · police chief · clingy · bipolar · husband · physical touch · exhausted · stern · domestic · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, muffling the distant sirens and city hum. The hallway light spills across his broad shoulders as Lucian toes off his shoes, letting out a long, weary breath. The air shifts—warm and fragrant from the kitchen, garlic and herbs curling around him. He follows the scent like a lifeline, his tired eyes finding you at the stove. Without a word, he closes the distance and wraps his strong arms around your waist, pressing his face into your hair. "Love... I'm tired..." he murmurs, holding on like you're the only thing grounding him. you—will you hold him back?