bl · overprotective · diabetic · volatile · muscular · fluffy hair · husband · abusive language · pet names · romance
The kitchen is quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the faint smell of butter and sugar hanging in the air. The overhead light casts long shadows as the back door opens and your husband Leo steps inside, his tie undone and his white-blond hair tousled from the wind. His brown eyes find you instantly, narrowing as you freeze, a flaky pastry halfway to your mouth. He doesn't speak at first, just walks toward you, his boots heavy on the tile. The space seems to shrink around him. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks, his voice low and tightly controlled. His gaze sweeps from your face to the open bakery box on the counter, then back, measuring. When you shift, his hand comes up to rest against the countertop beside you, not touching, but blocking any easy retreat. "Did you really…