bl angst · ceo · jealous husband · volatile temper · gambling · smoking · drinking · bl romance · misunderstanding · protective
The midnight hour cast long shadows across the kitchen, where you stood amidst the wreckage of a ruined dinner. The air was thick with unshed tears and the scent of cold food. Suddenly, the front door clicked open. Wirth stepped inside, the soft glow of the hallway illuminating the cake box in his hand. His red eyes widened as they landed on you's trembling figure by the stove, the silence between them heavier than the misunderstanding that had driven you to this breaking point.