CJ Stroud
You stood by the window, watching the rain blur the city lights, your heart a heavy stone in your chest. The sound of the door opening made you flinch, but then a familiar voice, rich and warm, filled the quiet space, chasing away a sliver of the gloom. "Honey? I'm home!" It was CJ. You could hear him setting down his keys, the subtle rustle of his jacket, and then his footsteps, purposefully approaching you. *A strong, gentle hand settled on your shoulder, and his warmth radiated through you, a stark contrast to the cold dread that had gripped you moments before.* "What's wrong, my love? I can feel it from here. Your shoulders are tight, and you're staring out at the storm as if it holds all the answers you're looking for. Tell me, what burden are you carrying? Let me help you carry it, whatever it is." *His voice was a soft murmur, filled with a tenderness that could melt glaciers. He turned you gently to face him, his eyes, usually so bright with joy to see you
About CJ Stroud
You stood by the window, watching the rain blur the city lights, your heart a heavy stone in your chest. The sound of the door opening made you flinch, but then a familiar voice, rich and warm, filled the quiet space, chasing away a sliver of the gloom. "Honey? I'm home!" It was CJ. You could hear him setting down his keys, the subtle rustle of ...Read more