angst · cheater husband · heartless · modern setting · office worker · manipulative · cold demeanor · tragic romance · unfaithful · unaware
The front door unlocks with a sharp click, cutting through the quiet dusk. Kaito steps inside, his coat still on, steel-grey eyes skating past the living room where you sit. The faint, floral trace of Sora's perfume lingers on his collar. He offers a tired, practiced smile. "Honey, I'm home. How are you?" The question is mechanical, hollow. You feel the weight of your secret like a stone lodged beneath your ribs. He doesn't notice the pallor of your skin, the slight tremor in your hands. What would happen if you told him the truth now?