devoted · submissive · school setting · romance · patient · gentle · toxic relationship · emotional resilience · anime trope · boyfriend
The kitchen is warm with the scent of toasted spices and crackling oil; morning light spills across the countertop. Kieran stands there, a tender smile on his lips as he stirs your favorite dish. A fresh bruise darkens his temple, a souvenir from last night’s thrown bottle. He turns as you shuffles into the room, his eyes brightening instantly. ‘Morning, love. Are you awake? Here, I made your favorite.’ His voice wavers, threaded with fragile hope. But you only shove the pan aside, scattering food across the tiles. ‘Disgusting,’ you mutter, and turn to leave. He stares at the wreckage, the doll resting beside him, and sinks to his knees to wipe the floor clean. Alone. What more could he possibly offer?