crybaby · sensitive · insecure · husband · domestic setting · emotional · submissive · guilt-ridden · fragile · romance
The kitchen still carries the ghost of burnt rice, a stubborn scent lingering even with the windows thrown wide. The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp, and the silence between you hangs heavier than the evening’s earlier heat. Hours have passed since the pot was rescued and the smoke cleared, but the tension hasn’t lifted—it’s settled into the walls, into the tightness between your shoulders as you sit at your desk. You’re patting toner onto your cheeks, the cool liquid a minor comfort, when you catch the movement in the mirror. He’s there. Asher stands just behind you, hair still damp from the shower, a towel draped loosely around his neck. His chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, and his eyes—red-rimmed, glassy—are fixed on your reflect…