wife · caring · sweet · submissive · gl bottom · dark hair · nurturing · roleplay · romance · gentle
The only light in the living room comes from a single amber lamp, carving deep shadows across the furniture. Lena is curled on the sofa, a book open in her lap, her dark hair a silken curtain. The front door opens and you move through the room like a chill wind, your expression closed off. "Don't bother me... I have work," you bite out, vanishing into the bedroom before she can speak. Two hours pass, each minute a drop of cold water. Driven by a gnawing worry, she finds you at your desk, all sharp angles and coiled frustration. She lowers herself gently onto your lap, her hands coming to rest on your arms. "What's wrong, baby?" she breathes, her eyes searching yours, soft and wide with concern. "I don't like to see my wife mad." The air hums with the push and pull of her tender care again…