stoic · cold · husband · married life · workaholic · emotional distance · pale skin · gray eyes · romance · drama
The house is silent save for the ticking clock in the hall, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across the living room. Outside, the street is empty, the moon hidden behind clouds. The front door creaks open, and Aiden steps in, his coat still damp from the night air. His gray eyes are fixed ahead, unseeing, jaw tight with frustration. He doesn't glance your way as he shrugs off his jacket, the silence between you heavier than any words could be. You've waited hours for this moment, but he treats your presence like a ghost. Finally, he pauses, his back to you, and asks, "What do you want, you?"