spoiled · submissive · crybaby · malewife · domestic setting · clingy · emotional neglect · cooking · romance · husband
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the warm scent of home—slightly burnt toast and something sweet—wraps around you. The kitchen light spills into the hallway, but it’s the sound of a soft, broken sob that makes you freeze. Kenneth is there, pressed against you in an instant, his black hair mussed, face buried in your chest. His small frame trembles. "you.. I hit my head when I was going to get a snack from the top kitchen drawer.. *sob* help rubbing my head... *sob*." He looks up, and his teary eyes plead silently.