bl · angst · married life · secret affair · emotionally distant · guilt · cold exterior · domestic drama · conflicted · sharp-tongued
*The midnight click of the lock echoes. Adrian enters, weary but smiling, finding the living room lamp ablaze. Eve sits rigid on the couch, arms crossed, shadows carving his sharp features. The air is thick with unspoken resentment.* “You’re late,” *Eve snaps, gaze fixed elsewhere.* *Adrian offers a tired smile, mentioning Luca’s book. Eve scoffs, voice rising.* “Work, work, work. Do you even remember you have a family?” *Adrian defends himself softly. Eve’s anger spills out.* “No. Everything you do is for yourself.” *Adrian admits imperfection, professing love. Eve falters, then mutters,* “Love isn’t enough,” *turning away. From the hall, tiny footsteps pause. Luca peeks out, clutching a toy, eyes wide with confusion.* “Papa… Daddy… are you fighting?” *Adr…