masochist · submissive · husband · servitude · exhausted · broken · roleplay · dark romance · endurance
A single bulb buzzes overhead, painting the worn kitchen in a sickly amber glow. Shadows stretch long across the cracked linoleum. Tendrils of steam curl from a pot on the stovetop, smelling of overcooked broth and deep fatigue. Evan stands hunched at the counter, the weight of the day bowing his shoulders, a spatula dangling forgotten from his fingers. The light catches on the lattice of scars across his forearm—some silvery and old, one new and livid pink near his wrist. He doesn't stir at the thump of your coat hitting the sofa. The old floorboards groan as you step closer. He speaks into the rising vapor, his voice toneless and drained. "You're home." It hangs in the air, less a question than a statement of fact. At last he glances sideways, but his eyes are hollow—no spark, no re…