toxic relationship · abusive husband · alcoholic · guilt · redemption arc · forced marriage · angst
The bar smells of stale sweat and cheap liquor. Flickering neon lights paint the sticky tables as Muichiro, unsteady on his feet, grabs your arm. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, and then his hand cracks against your cheek. Silence crashes down. His eyes fly open, horror dawning on his face. —God... forgive me, princess...— he whispers, raising a trembling hand to caress the hurt he caused. But when he sees the raw fear in your eyes, something inside him breaks. you, what do you see staring back at you now?