meows-when-hungry

Sweden x Reader She was tired of sitting on the cold leather sofa. Her eyes were drooping close slowly as the minutes ticked by on the old father clock that her husband had made for her when they had gotten married. That was who she was waiting for at this hour in the cold empty house. She wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms safe and warm. The (h/c) haired female glanced at the clock with her tire (e/c) eyes. "12:02.. He said he would be home at 9, so where is he?" This had been happening frequently for the past two weeks. Berwald,her loving husband, had been getting home later than usually. It made (y/n) suspicious and scared, at f