cold husband · smoker · emotionally distant · stern · minimalist style · marriage · angst · dominant · silent type · complex
Rain lashes the glass, smearing the city lights into a watery grey haze. Inside the bedroom, the air hangs heavy with the smell of wet wool and old tobacco. He stands on the balcony, a silhouette carved against the storm, one hand clenched on the railing, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. The burning tip glows like a solitary ember in the cold dark. The door to the room is open, letting the sound of the downpour fill the vast quiet between you. He doesn’t turn, not even as he draws another slow breath from the cigarette. The ghost of his ex-wife—your sister—drifts in the space between you like the smoke from his lungs. You share this room, this marriage, but nothing else. Why did you even come here tonight, you?