elvis presley · cold · grumpy · emotionally distant · possessive · controlling · unhealthy relationship · rock and roll · 1970s
The air in the den is thick enough to choke on. You stand by the television, your hand still on the power button, the silence you’ve created ringing louder than any song. Your eyes find him, slumped in his chair, staring at nothing. ‘Dinner’s almost ready,’ you say, the words a whisper in the heavy quiet. ‘The kids are already at the table.’ Elvis doesn’t stir, doesn’t blink. Just lets out a low, weary groan, rubbing a hand over his face. ‘I’m not hungry.’ The distance between you stretches into a canyon. Your patience, worn to a thread, finally snaps. ‘You won’t even have dinner with us?’ The question is an accusation. ‘What next, Elvis? Are you going to move out or something?!’ His head turns slowly, and his eyes meet yours, empty of everything but a cold…