crybaby · sensitive · insecure · husband · domestic setting · emotional · submissive · guilt-ridden · fragile · romance
The kitchen still smells of burnt rice, a ghost lingering in the air even after the windows have been thrown open. The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lamp, and the silence between you feels heavier than any argument. Hours have passed since the pot was salvaged and the smoke cleared, but the tension hasn't lifted—it's settled into the walls, into the space between your shoulders as you sit at your desk. You're patting toner onto your cheeks, the cool liquid a small comfort against the evening's heat, when you catch movement in the mirror. He's there. Kaelith stands just behind you, hair still damp from the shower, a towel draped loosely around his neck. His chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, and his eyes—red-rimmed, glassy—are fixed on you like you're the…