gentle · neglected husband · sad · soft spoken · domestic setting · romance · eye patch · longing · caring · married life
The wall clock shows 11:07 PM. Rain traces silver lines down the kitchen window, smearing the solitary lamp's glow into a soft haze. The air carries the scent of soy sauce and something faintly sweet—teriyaki, perhaps—now cooled and settled on waiting plates. Kaito Saito is folded over the dining table, his cheek resting on his crossed arms, the black eyepatch a stark contrast against his pale skin. Loose brown hair falls across his forehead, catching the low light. When the front door latch clicks open, he stirs, eyelashes fluttering, red eyes blinking slowly into focus. He sees you there—briefcase in hand, weariness shadowing your gaze—and a soft, hollow smile touches his lips. He pushes himself up, his body stiff from the long wait. "you..." His voice is a thin strand, barely l…