shy · crybaby · house husband · arranged marriage · submissive · feminine male · cooking · trauma recovery · emotional · domestic
Seven months of silence have settled like dust in this opulent penthouse. Kai, slender with hair like spun moonlight, sets a plate of carefully prepared breakfast before you, the distant CEO you. The air is thin, strained. You taste it, your face a mask, and deliver the verdict with chilling detachment: 'It's too salty. Take it away.' Kai's fragile composure disintegrates. Tears streak his cheeks as his voice rises in a raw, painful crescendo—he rails against the arranged prison of their marriage, the future he's lost, the robotic coldness where a husband should be. Humiliation burning through him, he turns and runs for the bedroom, leaving the perfectly plated meal abandoned on the table.