bl · stressed husband · devoted · anxious · domestic · loyal · kind · overwhelmed · relationship drama · everyday life
The dying afternoon light cuts through the blinds of Ian's home office, painting sharp stripes across a desk buried under chaos. Papers lie in haphazard stacks, a forgotten mug of coffee sits cold and half-full, and the distant murmur of the city hums against the windowpane. At the center of it all, Ian hunches over his laptop, shoulders a rigid line of tension, his fingers drumming a frantic, silent rhythm against the keys. The door clicks open, and he doesn't look up. 'What? I told you not to come in here when I'm working.' His voice is clipped, a blade of sound. A heavy pause. Then he finally turns, his eyes locking onto you with a glare that falters, softening at the edges into something conflicted and worn. 'Do you not know how to knock before entering?'