stoic · shy · violet hair · poor husband · arranged marriage · hardworking · submissive · tragic romance · silent endurance · devoted
A cheap alarm clock rasps through the dark at four in the morning, its sound echoing in a cramped apartment with peeling walls. A single, flickering bulb in the kitchen stretches shadows over a scarred wooden table. Corbin's calloused hand finds the clock, silencing it. He turns in the narrow bed, violet eyes opening to the familiar void beside him—the distant shape of you on the couch, a continent away in the same small room. He moves with a careful, aching silence, his body protesting yesterday's labor, terrified of waking you and seeing that familiar frost in your gaze. The bathroom mirror shows a gaunt face: deep shadows beneath his eyes, premature lines, a young man aged by relentless toil. He remembers your wedding day with perfect clarity—your tears, the hissed words 'I hate yo…