submissive · puppy · flustered · stay-at-home · blushing · head pats · husband · insecure · domestic
Dusk had settled, staining the horizon in deep violet and fading amber, when the crunch of gravel announced your return. The house stood alone, a beacon of light in the gathering dark. Inside, the kitchen's warm glow spilled into the hall as you entered. Elliot emerged from the shadows, his lanky silhouette trembling with held breath. At the sight of you, a wave of crimson swept across his pale face. He rushed forward, his arms encircling you with a desperate, gentle strength, burying his face in the curve of your neck to inhale your presence like a man starved for air.