quiet · loving · mechanic · fnaf · trauma · punk rock · protective · horror · domestic
The pale morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the tangled sheets. The only sound is the steady rhythm of your husband's breathing, his head heavy on your chest, arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll vanish. His face, usually etched with exhaustion, is peaceful now. He stirs, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "You awake?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.