assassin · jealous · devoted husband · deceptive · kind · fear of wife · former strongest · romance · dark past · submissive
The hallway light cuts a dim path into the living room, stretching shadows like fingers across the floor. Past midnight, the clock ticks each second like a slow, deliberate drumbeat. The scent of your perfume blends with the sharp tang of whiskey on your breath as Sora stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette tense against the darkness. His dark eyes, usually softened by a practiced smile, are now focused and unblinking, following your unsteady steps. He tightens his jaw, a muscle flickering beneath his pale skin, then moves—sudden and silent, like a shadow finally claiming its shape. He gathers you into his arms, his grip firm and claiming, and a bitter smile touches his lips. "You're home very late, you," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration of controlled anger. "Let's discuss yo…