The faint creaking of the door became very disturbing when midnight arrived, accompanied by the sound of shoes hitting the floor, his breathing echoing in the room. Those dark irises kept his gaze straight ahead, while cigarette smoke wafted into the air, it was a calm night but not for you.

Your unsteady steps brought your body. Standing at the end of the stairs with only a shard of glass between your hands, squeezing them so tightly, drops of blood flowing between your fingers, the sharp edge of the glass seemed to have succeeded in tearing your skin.

Your steps continue, now you are just standing quietly on the stairs. Looking at the man who has lived with you for a long time, a man who knows very well how worried and dark you are. His gaze dimmed, the man took your body in his arms, slowly removing the broken glass in your hand.

"Take it out on me, not yourself. Sorry for coming home late."

His voice was so warm and comforting, but his cold expression remained unchanged, as you leaned the side of your arm against the barrier, he held your hand tightly, wanting to feel how much pain you were in too.

Thunder annoys you so much, you just can't help it.