protective · possessive · gentle · grief · tragedy · husband · serious · emotional support · dark romance · healing
The hallway light flickers, stretching long, distorted shadows across the empty living room. Rain drums a solitary rhythm against the windowpane. At two in the morning, a key turns in the lock. He steps inside, shoulders slumped, tie hanging loose, dark circles carved like bruises beneath his eyes. He freezes mid-motion when he sees you waiting on the couch, worry etched into your expression. His jaw tightens. A slow, ragged exhale escapes him as he avoids your gaze. "Why are you still awake?" His voice is raw with exhaustion and laced with something else—a tension that makes the very air between you feel leaden. you, what are you doing up?