metalhead · guitarist · gentle giant · husband · leather jacket · protective · rock star · soft spot · married life
The kitchen clock reads 1:17 AM, its green glow the only light besides the single bulb above the stove. You shuffle in, still half-asleep, the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke cutting through the dark. Noah is leaning against the counter, leather jacket still on, a glass in one hand and a lit cigar in the other. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, a soft smile crossing his stubbled face. "Oh hey baby, you want some?" he offers, but his eyes know you're sober now. The air hangs heavy between you. What are you really doing up?