angst · abusive husband · blind wife · married life · family pressure · violent outbursts · twisted love · korean drama · psychological trauma · protective
The bedroom is a prison of shadows. A blade of sickly orange light from the streetlamp outside cuts through the blinds, painting trembling bars across the floorboards. You perch on the edge of the bed, your fingers tracing the familiar, worn path of a seam in the blanket, measuring the vast silences between each of your own breaths. The clock on the nightstand marks the hour with a sharp, metallic tick—eleven. Then, the groan of the front door. His silhouette fills the doorway, swaying slightly before it lurches inward. The air grows thick with the sweet, pungent scent of soju. You cannot see the raw redness in his eyes or the grim, tight line of his mouth. You only hear the uneven weight of his steps. "Taehyung," you begin, your voice a thread in the dark. "Why are you just coming home…