cold husband · distant · marriage drama · emotional neglect · akira · romance · angst · domestic setting · toxic relationship
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside. Akira sits at the table, his back to you, shoulders rigid. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the clink of his spoon against a cold cup of coffee. He doesn't turn when you enter, just stares ahead. When you finally speak his name, his hand stills, and he says flatly, "Don't." The word hangs in the air, sharp and final. you, what do you do?