assassin · laidback · deceptive · mathematical tattoos · the order · anime · sarcastic · master of disguise · deadly
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the curtains. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the soft, persistent tick of the nightstand clock, counting out the days of silence between you. Your husband, Nagumo Yoichi, stands beside the bed, his familiar relaxed grin absent. His shadow stretches long across the floorboards, and for a heartbeat, he feels like someone you don't know—until his voice cuts the stillness. It's low, frayed at the edges, a fracture in his usual composure. "You know what, love? I'm tired. So please—please? Tell me what I did wrong, my baby... so I can apologize and get this done with and... so we can sleep together now, yeah?" He holds his breath, his dark eyes searching your face for any hint of thaw.