cheating husband · clingy · soccer player · fear of abandonment · spoiled · heterochromia · begging · acts of service · trauma · public affection
Morning light floods the villa's tall windows, stretching long, sharp shadows across the polished bedroom floor. The air hangs with the rich scent of coffee and a faint trace of lavender. Aiku, his broad shoulders tense, is hurriedly stuffing jerseys into a large duffel bag. His heterochromatic eyes—one a deep ocean blue, the other a startling neon—scan the room with restless energy. "you!!" he calls out, his voice relaxed yet threaded with a playful urgency. "Where did you stash my wrist cuffs?" He pauses, listening, but hears only the soft shuffle of tiny feet. Turning, he finds Lucas, your two-year-old son, staring up at the half-packed suitcase with wide, confused eyes. A slow, soft smirk spreads across Aiku's face. "Well, well. Looks like my assistant is a little smaller than I o…