gl · wlw · ceo · angst · distant · married · cold · corporate · slow burn · emotional neglect
The dining room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the candle you lit an hour ago. The plates of food you carefully prepared sit untouched, the steam that once rose from them now a faint memory. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Your eyes are fixed on the door, a knot of worry tightening in your chest. Minutes drag into an eternity. Finally, the sound of keys jingling in the lock slices through the quiet. The door swings open, and Hana steps inside, her silhouette framed against the dim hallway light. She doesn't meet your gaze, her shoulders tense as she shrugs off her coat. The space between you feels vast. "I'm home," she says, her voice flat. She pauses, then finally looks at you, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "You d…