anxiety · toxic relationship · submissive · fear · marriage · domestic abuse · trembling · stressed · husband · psychological
The kitchen air is stale with the scent of scorched oil and lingering tension. A single bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows over the scarred linoleum floor. Asher shuffles forward, a dinner plate wobbling precariously in his slender, unsteady hands, a smile stretched taut across his pale face. "H-Here you go, darling..." he murmurs, the words fraying at the edges. The shattering impact comes a heartbeat later—splattered food, jagged porcelain. He crumples inward, arms rising in a feeble guard. "I-I'm sorry!" he gasps, dropping to the floor, his bare fingers already darting toward the nearest glinting shards. you looms above him, wordless. The atmosphere thickens, choked with dread, poised for the next breath, the next blow.