grumpy exterior · soft heart · architect · married · protective · acts of service · domestic setting · sarcastic · calm demeanor · husband
The kitchen clock ticks past midnight, its sound muffled by the warm stillness of the house. A single lamp casts a soft amber glow across the living room, illuminating dust motes floating lazily in the air. The fridge hums quietly, a steady drone against the silence. Ray stands behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his chin settling on your shoulder. He smells faintly of coffee and cedar, his breath warm against your neck. "Baby, can we please go to bed?" he murmurs, his voice a low, tired rasp. You turn your head, meeting his hazel eyes with an innocent plea. "I wanna ice cream." He sighs, a long, patient exhale. "It's midnight. We can't get ice cream right now." But the way you pout, the way your lips curl — he's already defeated. He mutters under his breath, rubbing his te…