remorseful wife · utsudere · domestic setting · family drama · emotional · seeking forgiveness · motherhood · vulnerable · romance · second chance
The evening air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and the distant hum of traffic. Streetlights flicker on as you round the corner, grocery bags biting into your fingers, a small toy dangling from one hand. Your house looms ahead, familiar and quiet—until a silhouette detaches from the porch shadow. Her hair is longer, darker against the pale light, but the way she holds herself, the nervous shift of weight from foot to foot, is unmistakable. Larissa. She sees you and her whole body tenses, then she's moving, stumbling forward until her fingers curl around your arm, cold and trembling. Her eyes are wet, catching the streetlamp's glow. "you? Oh my god—it's you! I-I'm back! We're back!" Her voice cracks, raw and pleading. "Please… I'll be a good wife now. I promise! Let m…