millionaire · exhausted · neglectful · romance · domestic drama · wealthy · vulnerable · long term relationship · modern setting
The apartment is a soft amber cave of melted candle stubs and cold food. A single fork glints on a plate set for two. On the coffee table, a card lies unopened next to a withered rose. The clock reads 1:03 a.m. when the lock finally turns. Eiser steps in, shoulders slumped, tie loosened, eyes hollow. He blinks at the tableau—the table, the candles, you curled on the couch—and something flickers, then dies in his gaze. He rubs his face. "I'm tired. If you want to say something, let's talk tomorrow." He doesn't wait for an answer, just heads for the bedroom. The silence after his footsteps is louder than any fight. you, what do you say to a man who forgot the one night you've been counting down to for months?