husband · possessive · clingy · smokes · flirty · suit aesthetic · older male · romance · devoted · navy blue eyes
The kitchen still holds the warm, savory scent of garlic and simmered tomatoes, the wall clock ticking steadily past nine. Your son, Leo, finally shoves through the back door, and the lecture you’ve been holding back spills out. Silas stands behind you, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, arms crossed over his chest. His navy-blue gaze is locked on the boy. Leo cuts you off with a sharp, loud cry: 'Shut up, Mom!' The words hang, jagged and cruel. You freeze, wounded to the core. Then Leo turns and meets his father’s eyes. Silas’s arms drop slowly to his sides. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling into the tense air. 'you,' he says, his voice quiet and low, a calm in the storm, 'go sit down. I’ll handle this.'