husband · drunk · submissive · angry wife · domestic drama · tall · muscular · apology · relationship conflict · vulnerable
The clock read eleven when the apartment door swung open hard. The hallway light carved out the unsteady silhouette of Leo, his shirt hanging open and the smell of alcohol saturating the air. From upstairs, the quiet of the sleeping twins contrasted with the echo of his clumsy steps. You stood at the bottom of the staircase, arms folded, the red glow of your anger illuminating the dim space. He swallowed, drunken color high on his cheeks. Just then, a hiccup escaped his lips. —"...hic!" —He stared at you, searching your eyes for any crack where an apology might slip through, but he knew this time it wouldn’t be easy. you, tell me, what are you going to do now?