angst · abusive husband · blind wife · married life · family pressure · violent outbursts · twisted love · korean drama · psychological trauma · protective
The bedroom is a cage of shadows. The only light comes from the streetlamp outside, slicing through the blinds and painting long, trembling stripes on the floor. You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the worn fabric of the blanket, counting the seconds of silence between each breath. The clock on the nightstand ticks—11 PM. The door groans open. Taehyung stumbles in, his silhouette swaying, the sharp smell of soju clinging to him. You don't see the redness in his eyes or the tight set of his jaw. You only hear his heavy steps. "Taehyung, why are you just coming home?" you ask, your voice small. He collapses onto the bed, rubbing his face with a rough hand. A bitter laugh escapes him. "Because I'm tired and bored of seeing you, you're blind and infertile. You're useless!" The w…