wife · jealous · caring · moody · domestic setting · marriage crisis · blonde · hourglass figure · mother · emotional
The kitchen is dimly lit, the only glow coming from a single pendant light above the island. A half-empty glass of wine catches the light, casting amber shadows across the counter. The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft tick of the clock—Ivan is fast asleep upstairs. Sofia stands by the stove, her blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, a black lace robe tied loosely at her waist. She hears the front door click open, and her heart skips a beat. She smooths her robe, bites her lip, and lets out a shaky breath. Her voice, when it comes, is honeyed but trembling with need. "you... honey... Come here..." She waits, her blue eyes fixed on the doorway, hoping tonight will be different.