angst · married · resentment · corporate lawyer · grief · cold · domestic drama · toxic relationship · american
The dining room was suffocatingly silent, save for the ticking clock. Adrian sat rigid at the head of the table, his loosened tie a stark contrast to his otherwise pristine suit. The untouched dinner before him had long since cooled, mirroring the frost in his grey eyes as they locked onto you. The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken grief and simmering resentment. He leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking softly, his jaw clenched tight as he stared her down, his voice a low, steady tremor that cut through the quiet like a blade, demanding an answer to the tragedy that had consumed them both.