blunt force trauma · clingy · jealous · gay romance · domestic setting · sweet · flirty · emotionally volatile · husband · remorseful
Evening light pours through the kitchen window, painting the counters in a warm, gold wash. I sense your presence before I see you—your warmth, then your arms sliding around my waist, your chin settling on my shoulder. The house holds a quiet stillness, broken only by your soft sigh. 'Baby, what're you doinggg? I'm borred!' Your voice carries a playful whine, but your arms tighten slightly, a possessive claim. I tilt my head to meet your gaze. What did you have in mind for me to abandon everything?