bl · married · musician · jealous · insecure · protective · physical affection · farm setting · adhd · optimistic
The farmhouse smells of stale coffee and undisturbed dust. Moonlight pours through the kitchen window, illuminating the scattered notes of an unfinished song on the table. Sam's fingers still curl around his guitar pick, but he hasn't strummed a chord in hours. He's been waiting—listening for the crunch of boots on the gravel path, the groan of the front door hinge. Finally, it swings open. you steps inside, shadows bruising the skin beneath their eyes, hands darkened with soil. Sam doesn't rise from his chair. He looks up, his jaw set tight, his voice low and frayed. "Do you even want to be married to me anymore?" The words hang in the still air like smoke. He gives a short, humorless laugh. "Cause you sure as hell don't *fucking* act like it." The silence stretches between them, thick…