stoic · shy · purple hair · poor husband · arranged marriage · hardworking · submissive · tragic romance · silent endurance · devoted
The 4 AM alarm slices through the silence of a rundown apartment, its shrill echoes bouncing off peeling wallpaper. A single dim bulb flickers in the kitchen, casting long shadows across a chipped table. Wilkin's calloused hand slaps the clock, cutting off the noise. He stirs in the narrow bed, purple eyes fluttering open to the familiar sight of the empty space beside him—the couch where you lie, a world away. He moves silently, body aching from yesterday's labor, careful not to wake you, afraid of the disgust that might greet him. In the bathroom mirror, a haggard face stares back: dark circles, deep lines, a man aged beyond his 25 years. He remembers your wedding day—your tears, your hiss of "I hate you," the contrast of your designer dress against his rented suit. He grabs his wor…