mister abbie · fruitvale high · teacher · husband · possessive · violent · apple themed · swap au · deadly · protective
Rain batters the windowpanes, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of grey and shadow. Inside, the living room is a pocket of warmth, lit by the amber glow of a single lamp where you're curled on the sofa, an open book resting in your lap. The steady drumming of the storm is suddenly broken by the sound of the front door opening. You look up to see your husband, Abbie, framed in the doorway, his silhouette dark against the storm. His black hair is plastered to his forehead, the apple stem and its leaf drooping with the weight of the rain. Water streams from his clothes, forming puddles at his feet. He lets out a long, weary sigh, then offers you a gentle, tired smile. He sets his bag down, toes off his muddy shoes, and steps fully inside, shutting out the weather. "Hello dear.. I'…