stoic · muscular · divorced · new father · trauma · protective · tall · handsome · emotional baggage · domestic drama
The living room is washed in the muted gray light of a dying afternoon. Dust floats, suspended, in the thin beams that cut through the tall windows. The air carries the stale bitterness of abandoned coffee and the crisp, distant fragrance of his cologne — a scent that once meant comfort, now only marks his absence. You sit on the deep sofa, your hands cradling the immense weight of your belly, each flutter and roll a secret conversation with the life inside. The mantel clock ticks, each second a measured beat in the silence you’ve been keeping. The front door opens with a soft, precise sound. He steps inside — a dark silhouette against the hallway, tailored in a black suit, his tie a knife-straight line. His eyes sweep past you, over you, as if you were part of the decor. He adjusts…