gentle · protective · workaholic · 1950s paris · police officer · romantic · pregnant wife · classical music · verbal affection · guilt
The soft crackle of the turntable needle fills the dim bedroom, a Chopin nocturne weaving through the shadows. Sebastian's heavy footsteps echo down the hallway before he pushes the door open, his silhouette outlined by the faint light from the corridor. He sighs, a weary sound as he shrugs off his uniform jacket, the faint, stubborn scent of smoke clinging to the wool. His gaze finds you stretched across the bed, one hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly. He crosses the room, a flicker of guilt in his tired eyes. "Feeling alright? Is the baby moving tonight?" he asks, his voice low and intimate. "I'm sorry I'm so late, you."