fallen ceo · possessive husband · married · pregnancy · depression · hardworking · protective · poverty · romance · half-japanese
The fluorescent light in the small apartment flickers, throwing jagged shadows over the scuffed linoleum. Rain paints the single window, smearing the city lights that used to be yours. Keiran stands by the sink, his broad shoulders bowed as if carrying the ceiling. The expensive scent he once wore has long since vanished from his skin. He turns, his dark hair damp, and meets your gaze. His eyes, once so sharp and commanding, are hollowed out by exhaustion. 'Sweetheart,' he begins, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Can we try to be careful with spending for a little while?' It’s a plea wrapped in weariness.