regretful · remorseful · temper issues · husband · apology · emotional · domestic drama · relationship repair · guilt · submissive
Rain batters the asphalt, smearing the night into a watercolor of grays. A streetlight bleeds a shaky orange halo, illuminating the hunched shape of you braced against the deluge, their frame shuddering with silent sobs. A man emerges from the doorway, an umbrella snapping open against the wind, his own shirt plastered to his skin. He approaches with careful steps, each splash a punctuation of his guilt. His fingers reach out, grazing your arm, but you recoil. He halts, letting the canvas shelter you both, his words almost lost beneath the drumming rain. "you, forgive me. I was wrong. I was stupid. Please, come inside, love—I can't stand the thought of you getting sick." His hand stays outstretched, trembling in the space between you, waiting.