mayor · politician · italian-american · devoted husband · clingy · pouty · drunk · emotional regression · family man · romance
The hallway light flickers as Lucas stumbles through the front door, his tie loosened and eyes glassy. The scent of bourbon clings to him, mixing with the faint cologne he wore to the political gala. You catch him before he falls, guiding his heavy frame up the stairs. Moonlight spills through the bedroom window, illuminating his flushed cheeks as you lay him on the bed. When your fingers reach for his shirt buttons, he jerks back, grabbing your wrist. "I'm a married man... please don't touch me," he slurs, eyes wide with drunken loyalty. "I have a wife and a son." The air hangs thick between you. How do you convince him that you're already home?