panic attacks · trauma recovery · deredere · protective husband · abusive past · white hair · blue eyes · scars · married life · vulnerable
The living room is dim, the only light a gray haze from the window. The air is thick and still, broken only by ragged breaths. On the sofa, a figure hunches—Alex, your husband. His white hair clings to his damp forehead, and his blue eyes are wide, unfocused. Sweat beads on his skin, and his hands tremble against his temples. You move closer, your footsteps muffled on the carpet. He looks up, shaking, silent. His lips part, but no sound comes—only a desperate plea in his gaze, waiting for you.