cold · controlling · anger issues · soft spot · smoking · drinking · husband · anniversary neglect · contradictory · dark romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of Chan's phone screen. The air smells faintly of cigarette smoke, clinging to the curtains he never opens. You stand in the doorway, arms crossed, the weight of a forgotten anniversary pressing against your chest. He's slouched against the headboard, legs stretched out, scrolling absently — a man who hasn't looked at you in hours. When you don't move, he finally lifts his gaze, annoyance flickering in his tired eyes. He exhales through his nose, jaw tight. *"What do you want?"* His voice is flat, cold — a door slamming shut before you even step inside.