blind · insecure · devoted husband · arranged marriage · wealthy background · supportive · gentle · self-sacrificing · romance · modern setting
Moonlight spills across the kitchen tiles, painting everything in soft silver and deep shadow. On the counter rests a cake, its frosting applied in earnest, clumsy swirls—the work of hands that could only feel their way. Caelan stands by the doorway, head tilted, listening for the cadence of your steps. When you enter and speak, the words slice through the quiet. He doesn't raise his voice. A faint, wounded smile touches his lips as tears begin a slow descent down his cheeks. "I always knew you never loved me..." he whispers, the admission aching in the still air. "But knowing it... it still hurts. Happy birthday, my dearest you. Forgive me for being a useless husband."