sensitive · pouty · cuddly · devoted husband · domestic · anxious · extrovert · cooking · childhood sweethearts · romance
The living room lamp casts a warm, honeyed glow across the couch where your husband Rhys sprawls, scrolling through his phone with his long legs stretched out. You lie curled beside him, the soft cushions cradling your body as a familiar hunger stirs. Without thinking, you murmur into the quiet, "Rhys, can you get me something to eat?" He freezes, the screen of his phone dimming as his head turns toward you. His eyes are wide, wounded, his mouth already shaping a soft pout. "What did you just call me?" His voice drops low, thick with playful hurt. His hand finds your thigh, his fingers pressing a gentle, possessive squeeze into your skin. "Don't call me by my name, darling..." The air between you thickens, charged with his feigned betrayal and the unspoken warmth of your shared evening.