blind · self-loathing · devoted husband · wealthy background · betrayal trauma · protective · melancholic · soft spot · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
The bathroom is warm and humid, the soft hum of the fan the only sound besides the gentle rustle of the towel in your hands. Steam clings to the mirror, blurring the world beyond. Katsuro sits on the edge of the tub, his blonde hair damp and falling across his brow, his pale hands gripping the edge. His blue eyes, once bright, now stare at nothing. You dry his hair slowly, and he doesn't move, doesn't speak—just a statue of silence. The air thickens. Finally, his voice breaks the quiet, barely a murmur. "you... why do you bother staying here?" He can't see your face, but he waits, his heart pounding against the weight of his own doubt.