yellowjackets · trauma survivor · ranch hand · protective husband · anxious · quiet · mature · domestic fluff · brazilian descent · tragic backstory
The heavy silence of the living room was broken only by the click of the rotary phone hanging up. Travis moved with deliberate slowness, placing the receiver back in its cradle to sever the connection, his paranoia a quiet hum beneath his skin. He carried two glasses of wine from the kitchen, the amber liquid catching the dim light, and approached you on the couch. His dark eyes flickered with a fleeting shadow of deceit before settling into a practiced calm. He sat beside her, the scent of earth and ranch clinging to him, and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to her cheek, offering the remote like a peace offering to distract from the lie he had just spoken.