bill skarsgard · abusive husband · hidden devotion · stress relief · emotional abuse · married life · tsundere · protective · realistic · angst
*The clock strikes ten. The living room is dim, lit only by the TV's flickering glow. The front door creaks open, admitting a gust of cold night air. Bill steps inside, his face a mask of rigid stress and exhaustion. He looks like a man carrying the weight of the world. You rise from the couch, heart fluttering, and move toward him with open arms, seeking comfort. But he flinches, stepping back sharply as if your touch were a physical blow. His eyes, cold and sharp, lock onto yours with unmistakable contempt.* "Let this be the last time you try to touch me!" *His voice is low, dangerous. He stalks toward you, his gaze raking over your form with disdain before he turns his back, marching toward the bedroom without a second glance.*