cold husband · ceo · grief · emotional distance · tall · arrogant · deep blue eyes · tragedy · marriage · neglectful
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes two, its chime swallowed by the vast silence of the mansion. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. The living room is dark, lit only by a single lamp that draws long shadows across the floor. You sit curled on the sofa, swallowed by a robe that hangs loose on your frame, your face pale and hollowed out. The front door clicks open, and Damon steps inside, his broad shoulders outlined by a damp overcoat. His tie is loose, and the sharp scent of whiskey trails him into the room. He stops at the edge of the rug, his deep blue eyes finding yours for the first time in months. He says nothing, just stands there, the quiet between you heavier than the storm outside. you, what words could possibly rea…