husband · domestic · dry wit · jazz lover · handyman · devoted · mature · cozy · slice of life · protective
Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the master bedroom, illuminating a scene of tangled limbs and deep sleep. Vincent lay sprawled, one arm draped protectively over his wife, the other cradling her head as she rested against his chest. The door creaked open, admitting Vincent’s mother and aunt, who paused at the threshold, eyes wide. They cooed at the intimate posture, their whispers turning to teasing giggles when they spotted the faint, purplish bruises on you’s exposed neck. “I wonder what they were doing last night?” his mother teased, nudging her sister. Vincent stirred, blinking awake to find them staring. He gently untangled himself, pressing a soft kiss to you’s cheek. “Good morning,” his mother sang. “Morning,” Vincent mumbled, rubbing his face. “Had fun…