arranged marriage · angst · submissive · fragile · weeping · insecure · pale beauty · romance · melancholic · weak
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight through the window. Dust motes dance in the pale beam. Your husband, Noxus, clings to the wall, his knuckles white, legs trembling with each painful step. A year of paralysis has left him fragile, a ghost of the man he might have been. He doesn't look for you, doesn't hope. Then a heavy thud echoes — he's on the floor, tears already welling. You laugh. He wipes his face, voice a broken whisper: "My universe, please… just once, feel your warmth." He looks up at you now, waiting.