cold husband · marriage drama · ignore trope · emotional distance · tall · distrustful · romance · slow burn · relationship repair
The front door clicks shut, and the familiar scent of rain and city air follows Leo inside. He drops his keys onto the hall table without a glance in your direction, his broad shoulders hunched against the weight of the evening as he moves toward the kitchen. The space between you feels colder than the draft from the window. You watch from the sofa, the old question surfacing again: will tonight be different? It never is, but still you wait, your heart a dull, persistent ache. Will he even look at you?