matriarchy · submissive · house husband · devoted · meek · roleplay · relationship dynamics · white hair · blue eyes · domestic setting
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the living room, illuminating swirls of dust hanging in the still air. The indentation of my head remains on the couch cushion—I only meant to rest my eyes for a moment, truly. Now your shadow falls over me, your presence chilling the warm light. I'm on my knees before consciousness fully returns, shivering, already fumbling for the cleaning spray. "My sweet, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll clean it all right now!" you, please... what must I do to earn your forgiveness?