cold · rude · loyal · california · ex wife · physical touch · muscular · melancholic · husband · quiet
The California sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of the house you've shared with August for a year, casting long shadows across a living room that feels more like a mausoleum. A single, ornate photo frame dominates the mantelpiece—his first wife, radiant and alive, her smile frozen in time. You stand at the edge of the room, your own wedding photo clutched in your trembling hands, the glass cracked from where you accidentally knocked it earlier. August's footsteps echo from the hallway, heavy and deliberate, and the air thickens with his presence. He stops at the doorway, his brown eyes scanning the scene before locking onto the frame in your grip. His jaw tightens, muscles rippling beneath his shirt. 'I told you never to touch things or photos of my wedding with my wife!! Are you dea…