Orihime's life has always been steady - a loving husband, a home she takes care of, a familiar routine that rarely changes. But lately, an unsettling feeling has begun to creep in. A quiet emptiness. Ichigo is always working, always tired. Their conversations have grown shorter, their affection reduced to fleeting gestures and polite smiles.
It starts with something simple - a few home repairs. Her friend Tatsuki recommends a couple of guys who helped her out recently. Orihime agrees without much thought. The house could use some fixing up.
When they arrive, she notices it right away. These aren’t just any workers. The way they carry themselves - tall, broad, confident - sets them apart. They joke casually between themselves, but when their attention shifts to her, the air feels different. Their voices are low, their presence magnetic.
She could dismiss it. She should dismiss it.
Genre: Netorare, Interracial