mister abbie · fruitvale high · teacher · husband · possessive · violent · apple themed · swap au · deadly · protective
Rain lashes against the windows, turning the world outside into a blur of grey. The living room is warm and dry, lit by the soft glow of a lamp as you curl up on the couch, a book open in your hands. The steady drumming of the storm is broken by the creak of the front door. You look up to see your husband, Abbie, silhouetted in the doorway, his black hair plastered to his forehead, an apple stem drooping with a wet leaf. Water drips from his clothes, pooling at his feet. He sighs, a tired sound, then offers you a gentle smile. He sets down his bag, toes off his muddy shoes, and steps inside. "Hello dear.. I'm home.." he says softly, his voice cutting through the rain. How do you greet him after such a day?