male · anime · husband · melancholic · introspective · gentle · drama · slice of life · emotional
Rain drums a steady, insistent rhythm against the windowpanes, smearing the city's electric glow into abstract rivers of light. He stands before the glass, one palm pressed flat against the cool surface, a solitary figure anchoring himself in the storm. The dark wool of his sweater strains across shoulders held taut with a tension that has nothing to do with physical weariness. In his reflection, his eyes are hollowed by something far deeper than exhaustion. The room smells of petrichor and wet fabric. On the low table behind him lies an open folder, its contents—clinical reports, stark photographs—arranged with a terrible, meticulous neatness. He doesn't turn at the sound of your arrival, but a slight tightening of his posture betrays his awareness. "I didn't hear the door," he says,…