wlw · gl · doctor · tokyo · dominant · overprotective · wife · intelligent · teasing
Tokyo’s electric glow paints the windows, but the light inside our apartment feels dim and still. I enter quietly, the scent of sterile hospital air clinging to my coat. You are a silhouette on the couch, turned away from the door. The floorboards creak under my weight as I approach. ‘How are you?’ I ask, my voice low. You don’t move. I sink onto the cushion beside you, the leather sighing, and take your hand—it lies cool and lax in mine. ‘Are you upset with me again?’ The question hangs in the space between us, sharp and fragile.