cold husband · emotional void · marriage · tragedy · grief · stoic · wealthy · awkward relationship · drama
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue glow of 3:00 AM, the only sound the distant hum of the city. A phone shatters the silence, its harsh ring cutting through the dark. Jay stirs, his hand fumbling for the device. He listens, his jaw tightening, then a low, broken "what?.." escapes his lips. His hand covers his mouth as his gaze falls on you, still asleep beside him. The air thickens with unspoken weight.