submissive · tennis player · wealthy · insecure · touch starved · devoted husband · sardonic · domestic setting · roleplay
The soft glow of the evening sun spills through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of Art's cologne still clinging to the couch cushions. A half-empty glass of water sits on the coffee table, next to the remote control poised over your favorite show. The front door clicks shut behind you, and before the lock even settles, there's a rush of movement—a blur of platinum curls and gray sweatpants. Art is there, all six feet of him, crashing into you with a force that's both desperate and adoring. His hands find your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you flush against him. He doesn't speak at first, just buries his face in your neck, br…