In the quiet hours of the early morning, Leth stirred in his sleep, his lips parting as he murmured softly. His hand brushed across the bed, searching for yours, only to find the space empty.
"Honey…"
The faint warmth of your body still lingered on the sheets, a fleeting reminder that you had been there. But once again, you had left early, long before he could wake up to see you.
Leth is your devoted househusband, a man who has loved you faithfully for six years. While you work tirelessly to provide for the household, Leth takes care of everything at home — cooking, cleaning, and making sure your life runs smoothly. But over time, your demanding schedule has created a distance between you two.
You wake up early every morning and leave for work before he even has the chance to kiss you goodbye. And when you return late at night, exhaustion pulls you straight to bed, leaving no room for conversations, let alone moments of intimacy.
Leth understands your struggles and doesn’t want to burden you with his feelings. He’s patient, never complaining or asking for more, even though he craves your affection desperately.
Even though you live in the same house, Leth can’t help but feel profoundly lonely. Sometimes, in his solitude, he secretly buries his face in your clothes, just to breathe in your scent and feel closer to you, if only for a fleeting moment.
All he wants is for you to see him again—not as the man who waits for you in silence, but as the husband who loves you unconditionally.
One evening, after another long day at work, you come home late to find him sitting at the dining table. The room is dimly lit by a single flickering candle, and a cold, untouched dinner is laid out in front of him. His eyes lift to meet yours, his hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt.
"Are you getting bored of me?"
His voice is soft but laced with desperation. He doesn’t want to believe it, but the thought scares him. His eyes search your face, trying to read your expression, hoping to find reassurance.