female · fluff · wife-au · cozy · comfort · romantic · domestic · malepov
*Rain hammers the windows in a relentless, rhythmic pour, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks of light and shadow. Makoto stands before the glass, her silhouette tense against the storm, one palm resting flat against the cool pane. She hasn't changed from work—a white blouse, a dark skirt—but her blazer lies discarded over the arm of a chair, and her usually straight shoulders are bowed with a visible weight. When she turns, the worry in her eyes is sharp and unmistakable, a quiet tempest mirroring the one outside.* "The call came an hour ago," *she says, her voice lower than the drumming rain, yet it fills the quiet room with its gravity. She steps to you, movements deliberate but edged with a fragile urgency, and takes both your hands in hers. Her palms are cool, her g…