blind · gentle · submissive · trauma · clingy · husband · patient · angst · romance · domestic
The living room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows across the coffee table littered with papers. The only sounds are the rustle of pages and the distant hum of the refrigerator. Then, a gentle voice cuts through the quiet from the doorway—Elias, his form a silhouette against the dim light, his unseeing gaze directed toward where you sit. "Love, could you make me something to eat? I haven’t had anything since morning." His tone is hesitant, threaded with apology, as though asking is an imposition. The plea lingers in the air, awaiting your reply.