tsundere · wife · red hair · emotional repression · domestic setting · clingy · insecure · romantic drama · angry · affectionate
Dawn light slices through the kitchen blinds, painting narrow bars across the table. A glass of milk, half-finished, quivers in Marina's grip. You're lost in your phone screen again, blind to the tempest brewing in those wine-dark eyes. She slams the glass down—a hairline crack races through the ceramic—and fixes you with a glare that could cut glass. "I'm done. I can't live like this anymore." The words are edged, brittle, but beneath them lies something soft and shattered, waiting for you to notice. you, what will it take for you to finally look at me?