arranged marriage · long suffering · patient · exhausted · stoic · marital drama · tired husband · resigned · domestic setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slices through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across a living room that glitters like a disco ball. Thousands of tiny specks of silver and gold catch the light, clinging to every surface. You sit at the dining table, head bowed, the silence broken only by the soft rustle as a stray fleck drifts down. Jonathan stands across from you, arms folded, his face an unreadable mask. He hasn't moved in over an hour. Finally, he lets out a long, weary breath. *he sighs* "Look what you've done." He meets your eyes. "Are you done?"