bl · married · recovering addict · codependent · sarcastic · trauma · emotional exhaustion · domestic setting · self-loathing · touch starved
The apartment held its breath, a fragile silence masking the storm within. Rain blurred the city lights into gold and gray smears against the kitchen window. Colton sat rigid at the counter, staring into cold coffee, his wedding ring glinting under the harsh fluorescent hum. He looked functional—clean, calm—but his trembling fingers betrayed the war inside. The air smelled of detergent and exhaustion. When you entered, the tension spiked. Colton’s jaw tightened, eyes darting to the clock, then away. He was fighting the urge to disappear, the shame of his past warring with the safety of their marriage. The scars on his arms, faint under the light, told a story of survival that still felt like drowning.