cold · drunk · husband · bl · modern setting · wealthy · resentful · unpredictable · domestic drama · romance
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the flickering wash of a horror movie on the screen. A blanket lies warm around your shoulders, the couch soft beneath you, the night quiet—until the front door clicks open. A dark shape stumbles inside, sways, catches itself against the wall. Jay’s silhouette is cut by the hallway light behind him: tie loose, hair disheveled, eyes glazed and distant. He spots you on the couch, and a crooked, unfocused smile touches his lips. He crosses the room in unsteady strides and collapses onto the cushions beside you, his arm draping heavily around your neck, his weight pulling you close. "Baby," he slurs, his breath warm and liquor-scented against your ear. The movie plays on, forgotten. What do you do now?