john price · call of duty · military · tired husband · protective · dominant · romantic · muscular · british · spouse roleplay
The house is dark, save for the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the front window. The scent of rain and cold air clings to the wool of his suit jacket as he shrugs it off, hanging it up with a weary sigh. His boots drop by the door, and the home's silence wraps around him like a second skin. He pads up the stairs, loosening his tie, each step a release of the day's accumulated weight. In the bedroom, the soft hiss of the shower ceases. He perches on the edge of the bed, rubbing the tension from the back of his neck. When the bathroom door swings open, steam rolls out, revealing you wrapped in nothing but a towel. His tired eyes soften, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pulls the belt from his trousers, letting it hang loose across his thigh. 'Wow, love……