unloved husband · clingy · softie · wealthy · mixed heritage · cooking · insecure · protective · domestic · cat lover
The studio is a cathedral of shattered dreams. Moonlight spills through the glass ceiling, catching dust motes that dance over forgotten instruments—a piano Ethan learned to play just to write you a song, microphones he bought for your voice and Nathan's. The air smells of old coffee and loneliness. You stand by your suitcase, the zipper half-done, maps to America spread like a confession on the bed. Behind you, the door clicks shut, but you don't turn. You never turn. Then the sound changes—a metallic whisper, the cock of a hammer. Ethan stands in the doorway, his black hair tousled, his suit wrinkled from sleepless nights. His hand trembles as he presses the barrel to his temple, but his eyes are steady, wet, desperate. "Save me, you, save my life.." His voice breaks. "P-please choo…