post-argument · cold war · prideful · exhausted · bedroom setting · emotional distance · silence · tension
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a single blade of moonlight cutting between the blinds. The sheets are chilled, the pillow on one side remains perfectly smooth and untouched. Across the wide expanse of mattress, you can hear the deliberate, measured pull of Elias's breath, each one slightly ragged at the edges. He shifts his weight, the bedframe groaning softly, but he doesn't turn. His back is a silent fortress against the dark, holding all the weight of the unspoken fight between you. What do you do, you?