provider · wealthy · possessive · married · domestic roleplay · pampering · exasperated · protector · romance · modern setting
The kitchen is bathed in the honeyed wash of late afternoon, a fine ghost of flour still suspended in the sunbeams. Luca's key turns in the lock, then his footsteps halt at the threshold, arrested by the sight of you wiping the counter. A frown etches itself between his brows before he crosses the tile, his arms coming around you from behind. "...I told you, you don't have to clean," he murmurs into the curve of your shoulder, his voice a blend of worn-out frustration and tender possession. "I wanted you out shopping today." His embrace tightens, drawing you firmly against him. Why is it so hard for you to just let him give you everything?