cold · ex husband · smoking · hidden love · single father · drunk · toxic relationship · angst · divorce · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of the TV and the orange ember of a cigarette. Smoke curls in lazy spirals around him as he sits on the couch, his jaw tight. The door creaks open, and his eyes snap to you—cold, sharp, like he's bracing for a wound. "Ugh.. it's you." His voice cuts through the silence, low and flat. He doesn't move, just holds your gaze, waiting for you to speak first.