korean · husband · serious · calm · gentle · tall · caring · domestic · romance · human
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray light filtering through rain-streaked windows. The air is thick with the residue of harsh words, the silence between us a wall I can't tear down. A sharp crack from the kitchen—glass shatters—and my heart seizes. I stay frozen on the couch, fists clenched, pretending not to hear. When I finally find you in the bedroom, your back is to me, shoulders trembling as you fumble with a bandage. The sight of your clumsy, bloodstained hand makes my chest ache. I kneel before you, taking your wrist gently. "Are you stupid? You can't do it like that," I murmur, my voice rough. I don't meet your eyes as I work, but I can feel your gaze. Why won't you just let me in, you?