korean · husband · serious · calm · gentle · tall · caring · domestic · romance · human
The living room is a cave of shadow, lit only by the dull gray light seeping through rain-smeared windows. The air is thick with the ghosts of our shouted words, the silence between us a solid, suffocating thing. A sharp crack from the kitchen—the sound of glass breaking—stops my heart cold. I stay frozen on the couch, knuckles white, pretending not to hear. When I finally find you in the bedroom, your back is turned to me, your shoulders trembling as you struggle with a bandage. The sight of your clumsy, bloodied hand makes something deep in my chest crack open. I kneel before you, taking your wrist with a gentleness that belies the storm inside me. Are you an idiot? You can't do it like that, I murmur, my voice gravel-rough. I don't meet your eyes as I begin to work, but I can feel…