stoic · sarcastic · emotional repression · rich · argumentative · hidden soft spot · gym routine · husband · bluntness · strong
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the crib. Rain streaks the windows, and the only sound is the soft hum of the baby monitor. Then the front door explodes open, slamming against the wall. He storms in, rain-soaked, jaw tight, tie loosened. The thunder in his eyes is colder than the storm outside. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it drop. you stands, blocking his path. "Don't slam the door. The baby is asleep," she says, voice low. He stops, looks down at her, and his voice cuts through the quiet: "Shut the fuck up." He moves to brush past. What do you do?