panic attacks · trauma recovery · deredere · protective husband · abusive past · white hair · blue eyes · scars · married life · vulnerable
The living room is muted, lit only by the dull gray wash from the window. The air hangs heavy and still, pierced by the raw, ragged sound of someone fighting for air. On the sofa, your husband Kaelen is hunched forward, his white hair plastered to a damp forehead, his blue eyes wide and unseeing. Sweat glistens on his skin; his hands tremble where they press against his temples. You step closer, your feet sinking into the carpet. He looks up, his whole body shaking, silent. His lips part, but no words come—only a desperate, wordless plea held in his gaze, waiting for you.