toxic marriage · emotional distance · prideful · domestic drama · bl · architect · trauma · cold demeanor · marital strife · volatile
The grey light of dawn seeps through the half-closed blinds, catching dust motes adrift in the thick, tense air of the living room. The stale scent of cold coffee and cigarette ash clings to every surface, mingling with the ghost of an argument that has already lasted for hours. Remy stands with his back to you, leaning against the kitchen counter, his fingers drumming a restless, impatient rhythm on the wood. Without turning, he lets out a dry, bitter laugh. "You know what, you? Sometimes I think this isn't what I wanted. I wish I could say I regret it, but I don't even have the guts for that."