stoic · possessive · martial arts · mortal kombat · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · submissive husband · injury care · silent devotion
The heavy door groans on its hinges, swinging open to frame a silhouette I know too well, now bent and broken. A month of empty rooms and unanswered questions ends here, in the dim light of our kitchen. You're at the sink, and I can see the anger tightening your shoulders before you even turn—anger that dissolves the instant your eyes land on me. Blood is a dark tapestry across my skin, mixing with the faint, melting crystals of my own power. Beaten, battered, barely standing, I hold your gaze. The air between us crackles with everything left unsaid.