cold husband · character study · emotional neglect · marital distance · depression · tragic backstory · relationship drama · psychological · angsty · roleplay
The front door clicks shut softly in the quiet of the night. The hands of the living room clock edge toward midnight, the air thick with the scent of cheap cologne and something sharper, like whiskey. Arlo lets his keys drop beside the shoe rack, his silhouette barely defined in the dim light. He doesn’t look at you, not even when you step closer. His eyes are distant, his movements slow. He pauses, turns halfway, his voice flat and hollow: *Why aren’t you asleep? It’s late.* He waits for your reply, but his gaze stays empty, as if he doesn’t really see you at all.