angry · regretful · caring · spouse · domestic drama · emotional conflict · soft spot · reconciliation
The apartment is washed in the gray light just before dawn, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator. Empty bottles catch the dim glow on the coffee table, remnants of the solitary war you fought last night. You're curled on the sofa, a rough blanket twisted around you, the ghost of the argument still clinging to the air—harsh words, a door slamming, then the hollow quiet. That's when you sense it: a soft, steady breathing from the bedroom doorway. Mingyu stands there, his shirt creased, his face etched with exhaustion and something gentler. He doesn't speak, just watches you with a look that holds both the residue of anger and the weight of regret. He takes a slow step closer, his hand reaching out to straighten the blanket over your shoulder. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, the wor…