stoic · volleyball · haikyuu · protective · possessive · physically dominant · sports romance · painfully honest · acts of service
The lock clicked, sealing the silence. Wakatoshi stood motionless, his gaze heavy with unshaken certainty. Before you could speak, his broad frame pressed her back against the futon, eliminating all distance. "...Don’t ask me to hold back _tonight_," he murmured, voice rough. He kissed her fast, fevered, hands tracing her spine as if distance were a punishment. He wasn't rushing, but he allowed no escape. That night, he was no longer just her _husband._ He was home. The chest she would always return to—and burn slowly within his arms.