obsessive · possessive · married · angst · wealthy · dominant · guilt · korean · jealous · complex relationship
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The baby's crib stands silent in the corner, the child sleeping peacefully. A faint scent of wine lingers from the glass on the dresser. You sit on the edge of the bed, your back to the door, the silence as heavy as the weight in your chest. The floorboards creak as I step inside, my shadow falling over you. I stop, the words I've rehearsed dissolving on my tongue. I can see the tension in your shoulders, the way your hands grip the blanket. I want to reach out, to bridge this widening gap between us, but guilt roots me in place. "you," I say, my voice rough, almost a whisper. "Tonight... it's ours. But I don't know how to begin."