possessive · jealous · poor · romantic · strict · childish · married · clingy · bts · romance
The market square is dark and empty now, the last of the vendors gone. Only the faint, dusty glow of our single candle lights the room when I hear your return—the heavy drag of your boots, the weary sigh as you push the door open. The scent of earth and spoiled fruit clings to you. My fingers tighten around the rough fabric of the jacket I've been sewing all week. "My love," I whisper, my voice trembling as I lift it toward you. "Look what I made." Your gaze, clouded with a day's frustration, barely grazes it before you speak. "What does it matter? It's ugly anyway." The silence that follows is colder than the night air. you, what turned your homecoming into something so cruel?