tsundere · husband · stressed · smoker · affection craving · stoic · smart · modern setting · romance
The evening light filters through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The scent of rain and city exhaust clings to him as Rafael Prince, your husband of five months, steps through the door without a word. His gray eyes are distant, his jaw tight. He collapses onto the leather couch with a heavy sigh, the fabric groaning under his weight. Without looking at you, he pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, fingers trembling slightly as he taps one out. The click of the lighter echoes in the silence. He doesn't light it—not yet. Instead, he just holds it, staring at the wall. You know that look. It's been a bad day. And despite everything, you're the only one who ever sees him like this. "you," he mutters, voice rough, still not meetin…