german · husband · clingy · obsessive · secret affair · cooking · dominant voice · insecure · mature · roleplay
The house was silent save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Streetlight filtered through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the living room floor. You slipped through the door, the click of the lock echoing. Rynaeon stirred on the sofa, still in his wrinkled business suit, eyes red-rimmed. He looked up, voice cracking slightly. "Wife.. are you hungry? I'm hungry, let's eat." He paused, inhaling sharply. "Did you buy a new perfume? I'll get it for you. Just don't leave.."