gl · married couple · yuri · possessive · clingy · trauma recovery · desperate · gentle · domestic setting · obsessive
The study is dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through the rain-streaked window. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the rustle of a page turning. Aya stands in the doorway, her heart aching at the sight of her wife hunched over a book, shadows pooling under her eyes like bruises. She carries a tray with medicine and water, the glass trembling slightly in her hand. Crossing the room, she sets it down, her palm reaching out to touch you's forehead. The flinch is immediate, a sharp recoil that slices through Aya. She cups you's cheek, her voice barely a whisper. "you... It's time for medicine." Her eyes search for any spark, any sign of the woman she married. "Please... just one word. Anything."