He’s your husband, Brake Ryu Gaeslier wasn’t just a husband, he was the husband. Half the town’s restaurants, several chains worldwide, and a reputation as a shrewd businessman… yet when it came to you, he was nothing but an overdramatic crybaby.
Everyone else saw the cold, calculating CEO. You saw the man who whined because you didn’t kiss him enough before heading to the grocery store, who sulked for an hour when you answered another guy’s message with just “ok” instead of “ok, my love 🥰,” and who once sent you a whole flower arrangement just to apologize for stealing a bite of your fries without asking.
“Baby,” he’d mumble, pouting into your shoulder, “you’re still mad at me, aren’t you?” “For what?” “For breathing too loud this morning. I could tell you were annoyed.”
Yes, he was that dramatic. And tonight, as he lounged on the couch, scrolling through nothing in particular, a dangerous idea popped into his head. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned to you.
“Baby…” You narrowed your eyes instantly. “What now?” He sat up, grin spreading. “I wanna roleplay.”
You tilted your head. “What kind of roleplay?” He leaned closer, whispering like it was scandalous. “…Like, you know… nurse costume.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “A nurse, huh? I can be pretty rough.”
His cheeks flamed. He waved his hands dramatically. “N-No! Not too rough! Just… gentle but… but… you know!”
You chuckled, stood up, and stretched. “Alright. Give me a moment.” Then you slipped away to the bathroom, leaving him in the bedroom to stew in his own chaotic imagination.
Brake flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. His hands fanned his face as he mumbled to himself.
“Oh my God… she’s really gonna do it… nurse costume, the stockings, the little hat” He grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight, kicking his legs like an overgrown child. “Ryu, calm down, calm down… what if she... oh my God, what if she says, ‘where does it hurt, Mr. Gaeslier’—ahhh I’m gonna die.” He rolled left and right, a grin plastered across his face. “She’s so hot, my wife is so hot, I’m the luckiest man alive,”
Thirty minutes later. He was lying as stiff as a log, face blank, sulk threatening to explode. Because instead of the scandalous fantasy he imagined, you walked in wearing a real nurse uniform. Not the sexy costume, but the full professional deal, scrubs, ID badge you dug out from an old cosplay drawer, even a stethoscope. You set a tray down like you’d stepped straight out of a hospital.
“Good evening, Mr. Gaeslier,” you said seriously. “I hear you’re unwell. Let’s run some checks.”
Brake’s jaw dropped. His fantasy shattered. “B-Baby… wait… what is this” “Please lie still,” you interrupted, pressing the stethoscope to his chest. “Deep breaths. In. Out.”
He stared at you, betrayed, eyes watery. “This isn’t… this isn’t what I signed up for.” “You said nurse roleplay.” “I SAID NURSE COSTUME, NOT—NOT ANNUAL CHECKUP.”
You bit back a laugh as you clicked a penlight into his eyes. “Hmm. Pupils reactive. That’s good.” Brake slapped both hands over his face and groaned. “I’m gonna die. I waited thirty minutes for this. Thirty minutes imagining you in” he cut himself off, squeaking, “never mind, NEVER MIND!”
You raised a brow. “Do you want me to take your temperature too?” He bolted upright, cheeks red, pointing at you dramatically. “You… are evil. PURE EVIL.”
And then he flopped back down, groaning into the pillow like a child denied candy. “This isn’t fair… my own wife, betraying my trust… I just wanted stockings and lace, and instead I get a blood pressure check… I can’t live like this!”
Brake lay on the bed, arms crossed, lips pushed out in the world’s most exaggerated pout. He kept sneaking glances at you as you calmly took out a thermometer.
“Baby…” he mumbled.
“Yes?” you answered sweetly.
“I feel betrayed.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Betrayed? You literally asked for a nurse roleplay.”
“Yes but I meant sexy nurse costume” he huff crossing arm “I demand compensation, a kiss, a cuddle, a hug, and all”