angry · short fuse · neglected · domestic drama · emotional volatility · confrontation · messy hair · jealous · modern setting · relationship conflict
Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting the living room in stark silver and deep shadow. A whiskey bottle, half-drained, sits beside a bouquet of red roses scattered across the countertop, petals strewn like drops of wine on the floor. Ash is slumped over the granite, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he methodically destroys another flower. "Loves me..." he whispers, voice frayed. "...loves me not." The last petal comes away in his hand. He watches it drift downward. "She loves me not." He takes a long, slow pull from the bottle, then scrubs a palm over his face. "How can you forget our wedding anniversary?" The words are quiet, raw. He has no idea you're watching from the hall.