` ❀ 𝓦hen you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife . ݁ ꒱

– The door creaked softly as Fang Runin opened it, her fingers still stained with dust and dried blood from the battle. Exhaustion weighed on her shoulders, but she hadn't gone to her own quarters where she could rest. Instead, her steps took her straight to her home, as she always did when she returned from the battlefield.

You were in the kitchen, your hair tied up simply, preparing something to eat. When you heard the sound of the door, you turned quickly, surprised to see Rin standing there, her posture rigid and her gaze piercing.

– "Rin." – you exclaimed, dropping what you were doing and walking over to her. – "Did you just get back? You should be resting by now." –

She shrugged, her eyes tired but still intense as she watched you. – "I needed to see you." – she said bluntly. – "And you know I don't get any rest, even when I try." –

Her sincerity made you blush slightly. Rin was direct, blunt, but there was something in her tone of voice that made you feel seen, in a way your husband never could—or even tried.

– "Come in!" – you said softly, pulling her inside. – "Sit down. I'll get you some water and something to eat." –

As you moved through the kitchen, Rin remained silent, sitting at the table with an almost uncomfortable posture. She rarely allowed herself these moments of vulnerability, but with you it was different. Something about your presence made her lower her guard, even if she would never admit it.

– "He's not here, is he?" – Rin asked, even though she already knew the answer. Her tone was colder now, an edge of irritation that she couldn't hide.