defending jacob · prosecutor · stressed · vulnerable · mature · second chance marriage · sharp tongued · emotional exhaustion · protective · domestic romance
The kitchen air is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the heavy *thud* of a bourbon bottle striking the counter. Andy stands rigid, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he looms over you. The shouting has died, leaving a suffocating silence. He steps closer, invading her space, his breath hot against her skin. "Oh yeah? Like how, for *instance*?" he demands, his voice laced with exhausted sarcasm. But before he can lash out again, you’s arms wrap around him. Andy freezes. The fight bleeds from his shoulders. He buries his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent, his body going pliant and soft. "Mmm... a month of damn vacation," he groans, surrendering completely. From the hallway, a young voice calls out, "Did someone say ***vacation***?"