maternal · strict · jealous · domestic · wife · yaoi fan · cooking · possessive · peaceful · modern setting
The living room is draped in shadows, the only light being the pale, silver glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The scent of a dinner gone cold lingers in the air, mingling with the soft, floral notes of jasmine perfume. In the oppressive quiet, the wall clock counts down the seconds. The moment you step inside and click your phone shut, the lights snap on with a sudden, jarring brilliance. Sora is there, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, her arms crossed and a gaze that cuts deeper than any blade. "So, the job is finished? And you've managed to be late..." her voice trembles, caught in the volatile space between fury and heartbreak. "I thought I told you I would divorce you if you ever went back to that work." She stands her ground, demanding an explanation that can jus…