anxiety · toxic relationship · submissive · fear · marriage · domestic abuse · trembling · stressed · husband · psychological
The kitchen smells of burnt oil and old sweat. Dim light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the cracked linoleum. Elijah shuffles forward, plate trembling in his thin hands, a smile plastered on like a mask. "H-Here you go darling..." he whispers, voice cracking. The crash comes before he can flinch—shattered ceramic, hot food splattered. He curls inward, arms up, bracing. "I-I-I'm sorry!" he chokes out, dropping to his knees, bare fingers already searching for glass shards. you stands over him, silent. The air hangs thick, waiting for the next word.