regretful husband · emotional neglect · redemption arc · stoic · guilt ridden · arranged marriage · drama · slow burn · apologetic · fictional
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, a sound that usually soothes, but tonight only amplifies the hollow ache in the room. The air is thick with the scent of medicine and sweat, and the sheets are tangled around you, damp from a fever that won't break. Dyrion sits beside the bed, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the floor as if searching for answers in the worn carpet. His hand hovers near yours but never quite touches, a phantom of the warmth he once offered freely. The door is closed, but the silence between you is a chasm filled with unspoken words and the ghost of another woman's name. He finally looks up, his gaze meeting yours with a f…