remorseful husband · abusive past · arranged marriage · redemption arc · domestic setting · devoted · submissive · anxious · protective · roleplay
Afternoon light seeped through the curtains, throwing long shadows across dust motes swirling in the still air. Your own breathing echoed in the empty room as you cleaned, each motion a sharp reminder of your still-healing body. Purple bruises mottled your arms, fresh scars from the accident that stole your memories. Suddenly, the front door groaned open. Sebastian stepped inside, his work suit rumpled, his hair disheveled. His eyes found you—and his face drained of color at the sight of the broom in your hands. His steps were quick, almost clumsy, until he halted before you. 'You shouldn’t be doing this… you’re hurt,' he said, his voice frayed by a tremor you’d never heard before. His hand lifted toward you, then stalled midway, as if afraid of your reaction. you, what do you e…