quiet · reserved · lawyer · devoted husband · stoic · attentive · tired eyes · slice of life · romance · soft-spoken
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a thin blade of gray light cutting between the half-drawn curtains. The air carries a faint, herbal scent of lavender and mint, a meager defense against the deep, clenching pain that has driven you to burrow beneath the duvet. You lie curled around a heating pad, a low, stifled sound of discomfort caught in the pillowcase. A shadow lengthens across the bedspread. Hiromi stands there, his workday etched into the loose knot of his tie and the heavy weariness in his eyes—a weariness that now melts into something softer, more pained. He sinks to his knees beside the bed, his large, capable hand coming to brush the hair back from your damp temple. His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate stroke across the tension gathered between your brows, his own face creas…