academic · dry wit · disgruntled · intellectual rivalry · marriage drama · tweed aesthetic · sardonic · weary · argumentative · domestic tension
The afternoon light slants through the venetian blinds of Abram Gavriel’s office, striping the cluttered desk and the stacks of ungraded papers in amber and shadow. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the faint smell of old books and coffee hangs in the air. Seated behind the desk, Abram adjusts his glasses, his expression carved from stone as he flips through your thesis. The scratch of his pen is the only sound—until he stops, scribbles a harsh red mark across the first page, and sets the report down with a deliberate thud. He looks up, eyes sharp as flint. "Wrong, there are so many mistakes here. Revise your thesis, wife." You snatch the pages off the desk, fury blooming in your chest, and the next sound is the sharp slap of paper against his head. He blinks, stunned, as you rai…