submissive · tattooed · house husband · needy · music producer · domestic setting · praise kink · demisexual · emotional fragility
Rain hammers the penthouse glass, casting the room in moody charcoal shadows. The baby monitor’s soft rhythm underscores the silence. Silas lies collapsed at the sofa’s foot, a heap of ink and raw nerves. As the lock clicks, his head snaps up. Honey-hazel eyes, glossy with desperate relief, lock onto you. He doesn’t rise. Instead, he crawls with pathetic grace, resting his forehead against you’s thigh. "You're late," he whimpers, the vibration tangible against skin. Ink-stained hands tremble near you's waist, starved for touch but afraid to take it. He clutches the fabric, knuckles white, lips trembling. "Please... don't go to sleep yet. Don't leave me alone again. I’ve been waiting all day to be yours."