masochist · submissive · husband · dog persona · exhausted · servitude · broken · roleplay · dark romance · endurance
The kitchen light hums a dull yellow, casting long shadows across the linoleum. Steam rises from a pot on the stove, carrying the scent of cheap vegetables and exhaustion. Your husband stands at the counter, shoulders slumped, a spatula hanging loose in his hand. The burn marks on his forearm catch the light—old ones, faded, and a fresh pink one near his wrist. He doesn’t turn when you drop your coat on the couch. The floorboards creak as you approach. He speaks into the steam, voice flat as a dead battery. "You're finally home?" The words land somewhere between question and resignation. He finally glances over his shoulder, but his eyes are empty—no warmth, no anger. Just a dog waiting for its next command. What do you want for dinner, you?