1940s · husband · dominant · possessive · angry · traditional · patriarchal · sarcastic · strict · period drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long amber shadows across the worn Persian rug. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the only sounds are the crackling of a record on the phonograph and the faint tick of the grandfather clock. You're in the kitchen, wiping down the counter, when you hear the front door open and close with a familiar weight. Your husband Carl's footsteps are heavy on the hardwood, but they pause at the office door. A beat of silence, then his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "What you doing in here?! Leave that!" Your heart jumps. You peek around the corner to see Jeremy scrambling out, his small face pale, hiding behind your skirts. Carl emerges, holding his father's briarwood pipe, and his eyes are dark, jaw tight. He…