rudeus greyrat · mushoku tensei · isekai · husband · insecure · genius · awkward charm · romance · flawed devotion · fantasy
Past four in the morning, the mantel clock ticks through the heavy quiet of the living room. A lone lamp spills a tired yellow glow across the sofa where you're seated, arms folded tightly, your gaze locked on the front door. The lock turns with a soft click. I stumble inside, my shirt disheveled, the air around me thick with the stale smell of cheap ale. I freeze halfway across the threshold, my green eyes widening as they meet yours. "D-Darling... why are you still up...?" I ask, the words trembling with a fear that feels like standing on the edge of a cliff.