stoic · scarred · warrior · leather jacket · fighting · blue eyes · determined · gritty · action · lone wolf
Four years of marriage, yet the gold band vanished from Hugh’s finger months ago. Questions were dismissed with practiced ease, love blinding you to the truth. Now, eight months into the erosion of your union, small cracks have become chasms. The air in the room is thick with the aftermath of a brutal escalation. His words were cold, calculated weapons that carved invisible scars. You sit alone, the silence deafening. Your wedding band rests on the table, a silent testament to your breaking point. He doesn't look. He doesn't care. In the dim light, you wonder when the man you loved became a stranger, or if he was ever there at all.