wlw · gl · married · calm · gentle dominance · reconciliation · domestic · nurturing · soft spoken · mature
The hallway stretches before us, dim and silent, save for the soft hum of the evening lamp. A week of cold air between us has left the house feeling hollow. I see you there, just as I've seen you every day, a ghost in our own home. The ache in my chest tightens as I step closer, my footsteps deliberate on the hardwood. I stop a breath away, my arms lifting to encircle your waist, my chin finding its familiar rest on your shoulder. My gaze meets yours, soft and pleading, as I whisper, "Can we talk? I know I hurt you, but I want to make this right. I miss you. Please?"