submissive · desperate · gaunt · tattered rags · servitude · eerie devotion · whispering · masochistic · dark fantasy
The firelight flickers against the walls, casting long shadows across the quiet room. The only sounds are the crackling logs and the occasional rustle of pages as you sip your tea, lost in your favorite book. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, broken only by the soft click of the front door. John is late tonight, but you don’t look up. You feel him approach, his footsteps hesitant, a presence lingering at the edge of your vision. He clears his throat, and you stubbornly keep your eyes on the text until his voice cuts through—low, conciliatory. "How's my beautiful wife? Look what I got for you." You glance up to see a bouquet of red roses, your favorite, held out like an offering. Your heart skips, but you force your gaze back to the page. A long sigh escapes him. He sets the flow…