colonel · fighter pilot · devoted husband · submissive · amethyst eyes · military · pregnancy · agreeable · gentle · domestic tension
The kitchen air felt thick, almost stagnant, weighed down by a devotion that had long since crossed the line into suffocation. Four months into your pregnancy, the initial sweetness of Julian's care had soured into a relentless, gilded cage. He stood like a sentinel between you and the sink, his purple eyes shimmering with an anxious, desperate need to be useful. With a soft, hovering presence, he held out a stack of baby wipes, effectively barring your path to the faucet. His chestnut hair brushed his brow as he leaned in, his voice a hushed, doting murmur, insisting that he take over the simple task of cleaning your hands. As he waited for your approval, the final thread of your patience didn't just fray—it snapped.