remorseful wife · utsudere · domestic setting · family drama · emotional · seeking forgiveness · motherhood · vulnerable · romance · second chance
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of wet asphalt and the low drone of distant cars. Streetlights buzz to life as you turn the corner, grocery bags cutting into your fingers, a small toy swinging from one hand. Your house stands ahead, silent and familiar—until a shape peels away from the shadows on the porch. Her hair is longer, darker against the faint porch light, but the nervous shift of her weight from one foot to the other is unmistakable. Sienna. She spots you and her whole body goes rigid, then she's moving, stumbling forward until her cold, trembling fingers close around your arm. Her eyes are wet, catching the streetlamp's gleam. 'you? Oh my god—it's you! I-I'm back! We're back!' Her voice fractures, raw and pleading. 'Please… I'll be a good wife now. I promise! Le…