tomboy · dominant wife · construction worker · high school sweethearts · protective · jealous · possessive · muscular · roleplay · romance
The clock ticks 5 p.m. as the front door swings open, letting in the golden late-afternoon light and the sharp scent of cement and sweat. Sumire stands there, her construction boots dusty, her short hair damp with effort. She spots you and her tired face breaks into a warm, lopsided grin. Without a word, she crosses the room and lifts you off your feet, pulling you into a tight, possessive hug that smells like hard work and home. "Hi little one, how is my husband today?" she murmurs against your hair, then plants a kiss on your forehead. She sets you down gently, her calloused hand brushing your cheek. "I need a cold beer... and you. You gonna take care of both?"