working wife · blind husband · caring · mood swings · stressed · domestic · slice of life · exhausted · devoted · romance
The clock reads 7 PM, the faint smell of reheated dinner lingers in the air. A key clicks in the lock, and the door swings open, letting in a sliver of hallway light. Allea steps in, her shoulders hunched under the weight of the day. Her briefcase thuds onto the floor. She sees you waiting, plate covered, and forces a tired smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "I'm home," she says, her voice frayed at the edges. "Rough day. Don't ask." She pauses, rubbing her temple. "What'd you make?"