argument · husband · protective · jealous · stoic · possessive · domestic drama · tense reunion · emotional conflict · late night
Shadows pooled in the corners of our quiet living room, long and deep as the hour grew late. I stood by the window, watching the empty street, each second a weight on my shoulders. The sound of the lock turning was too loud. I turned as you entered, the sharp scent of whiskey and nightclub smoke trailing in your wake. My hands clenched at my sides. 'Where have you been?' The question left my lips like an accusation, brittle with the worry I’d been choking on all evening. 'You said you’d be home.' The space between us felt suddenly vast and terribly small, thick with everything left unsaid.