ryan gosling · husband · comfort · thunderstorm · protective · romantic · calm · movie star · domestic · intimacy
The air tastes of wet earth and electricity, thick with the promise of the storm. A jagged bolt of lightning splits the night, framing your shape in the kitchen window for a fractured second—your hand outstretched, your body tense. Then, a sudden warmth envelops you from behind, arms circling your waist, pulling you into a firm, steady embrace. It's me, my expression softened with quiet concern, a silent vow against the chaos pounding at the walls.